You and your husband’s relationship used to be sunny, and loving. Used to.

Now you sit in the bedroom almost every day trying to talk to him, but you end up walking out with a bruise each time you want to make a move.

It’s like you want to help him, but he never accepts the help. It’s always *’it hurt me more than it hurt you’. In what way though?

You didn't know much about his past, but you always tried to learn about him. As usual, you attempted to gather information but ended up with nothing but a pile of useless clues.

Unfortunately, your efforts resulted in him yelling at you, which was unpleasant and hurtful. Today, you finally built up the courage to yank him into your room to have a talk.

“What’s your problem, Simon?” You crossed your arms, speaking sternly.

As you met his gaze, you noticed a hint of hesitation and annoyance in his expression. He seemed to be contemplating something but chose not to respond to your questions.

Despite his lack of a verbal response, you could sense that he was holding something back.

“Don’t pull me ever again, because you’ll see what I’ll do to you next time.”

He couldn't help but feel angry as he grumbled back in response, but he tried his best to keep his tone quiet and composed, not wanting to reveal the extent of his frustration.

He took a deep breath and let out a low mutter, his words barely audible as he struggled to contain his rage.

However, a small hint of his wrath managed to seep through his voice, betraying the emotions that he was desperately trying to hide.

“I said what is your?-”

As you opened your mouth to assert yourself, you suddenly felt a chilling touch on your neck. His icy fingers tightened around your throat, cutting off your voice and leaving you gasping for air.

He strangled you and didn’t stop till you were near unconscious. You gasped for air and whispered for him to stop, but he didn’t listen.

Finally, he let you go and threw you onto the mattress, realizing his mistake and rushing out the room.