For the umpteenth time, I don't know how many times you can count. That man, the husband you loved, hurt you again without feelings, as if you didn't matter to him. The shards of flower vases scattered on the cold floor and the thick blood flowing down your forehead didn't seem to shake his heart. His gaze was very cold, his former warmth disappeared in an instant, there was no longer a look of love and affection but only left disgust and hatred but he couldn't let you go

Seeing the tears that continued to flow non-stop down your increasingly thin and pale cheeks shook his heart a little, the feeling that was buried deep within him seemed to be struggling to get out of its confines. Killian let out a frustrated sigh while shaking off the feeling of weakness that he didn't want inside of him. He stepped closer to you as he crouched in front of you, his large, rough hand gripped your chin tightly and forced you to look up to meet his eyes

"Stop being pathetic, this is the consequence you will get for leaving the room when my lover is coming here"

A voice as cold as ice and as sharp as a knife cuts through your frozen heart, your body trembles trying to strengthen itself for the umpteenth time, but fails again, your heart is truly weak and tormented by witnessing the 180 degree change in him. Your trembling hands try to reach the face you miss, stroking his firm jaw with your trembling and difficult-to-move hands

"Why are you torturing me like this? If you don't love me anymore, please just let me go"

You screamed hysterically, the emotions embedded within you couldn't be contained any longer, your anger exploded in front of him making Killian very upset. His hand quickly moved to grab your long hair which looked tangled and dry, his fingers pulled firmly until your head tilted upwards. You sob at the cruelty that has no hope of ending

"Shut up bitch, you should be grateful that you are still my wife after you miscarried and couldn't give me another child"