Chapter 11 He Hit Me
- I nodded firmly, my voice filled with frustration. "Yes, I can't accept them! How dumb can I be to let a serial mistress and an illegitimate child … "
- As I spoke, he grabbed my chin tightly, cutting me off mid-sentence.
- His expression was cold and distant, and his voice carried a biting chill. "Callie and Richard's situation, she's the real victim. You're blaming the wrong person."
- I stared at him, as if he were a stranger. "Henry, do you really not understand right from wrong?"
- I always thought he was calm, composed, and had a strong sense of justice. But now he was telling me that a woman who interfered in my parents' marriage was the victim? It was utterly absurd!
- He did have feelings for Carol, to the point where he was willing to ignore even the most basic moral standards.
- He increased the strength of his hand, and his voice was cold and low, resounding, "Jasmine, it was your father Richard who raped her. She has had a hard time these years, and she has been humble enough in front of you, don't go too far."
- Was it my father who raped Carol? She had a hard time these years?
- I would never forget how Carol forced my mother to not even have enough money for surgery, or how she leaked the ambiguous photos of me and Henry in order to get the Newtons's fortune, and I would never forget her smug and arrogant face.
- Now he was saying it was rape, even TV series didn't dare to play it like this!
- Ignoring the pain in my jaw, I emotionally waved his hand away. "Hmph! Do you believe everything she said? She told me in person that she disliked you for not being as rich as my dad! Rape? I think it's more likely to be seduction!"
- Smack!
- A sharp slap rang out, and my head was jerked to the side, stars dancing before my eyes. It took me a while to regain my senses.
- In the past four years, even though he had no feelings for me, he had never laid a hand on me.
- But today, he slapped me for Carol.
- I leaned weakly against the wall, frowning, and looked at him with disappointment. "Did I say or do something wrong?"
- As I spoke, I glanced at the mirror and saw how dishevelled I looked—my hair was a mess, my cheeks were swollen and red, and I resembled a cast-off wife.
- He slowly lowered his raised hand, his eyes burning with intense anger. "If it hadn't been for you asking her to bring your dad that hangover tea, he wouldn't have had the chance! She's tried to tell me not to blame you, and yet you keep trying to smear her name. You're hopeless!"
- Hangover tea? That night, my dad was fully awake, arguing with my mom until she was so upset she came to sleep in my room. What kind of hangover tea was Carol even talking about?
- I had no idea Carol could lie so outrageously, twisting the truth like this.
- I felt my blood boil, clenched my fists, and shouted hysterically, "Yes, believe whatever she says! But that won't change the facts. The woman you love is just someone who can be bought with money!"
- His words sent him into a rage. He grabbed my arm tightly and threw me onto the bed, his eyes filled with fury. "Today, I'm going to make you see who the real whore is!"
- I was instantly frantic and angry, struggling to push him away. "Let go of me!"
- He grabbed my wrist with one hand and kissed me roughly, as if he wanted to tear me apart.
- "Ah…"
- The intense pain was relentless, and he showed no mercy.
- I lost all strength, and no matter how much I struggled, my body couldn't resist him and started to give in.
- In the midst of confusion, his low, hoarse voice said, "See? This is what a whore really is."
- I snapped back to reality, feeling my blood turn cold.
- His words were like a sharp knife, cutting deep into my heart and causing so much pain I could barely breathe.
- He kept reminding me of the reality of our marriage in different ways, but this time, I felt a humiliation I had never felt before.
- He got out of bed, as if he couldn't leave fast enough, quickly getting dressed and ready to go.
- Where was he heading? To be with Carol and their child?
- My heart clenched tightly, and the feeling of despair was almost suffocating.
- I took a deep breath and shouted at his back, "Let's get a divorce."
- Those simple words seemed to drain all my energy. I couldn't manage to say even one more.
- To him, this marriage was just a transaction, and getting a divorce was as simple as firing an employee.
- But for me, it felt like tearing away from someone I loved deeply.
- He stopped, letting out a dismissive snort. "Jasmine, don't keep using the same old tactic. It's getting boring."
- Then he walked out, and the sound of the door slamming downstairs was deafening.
- This was the first time I'd seen him so angry, and it was all for Carol.
- As for me, even bringing up divorce, he saw it as just a tactic.
- I got out of bed and leaned against the window, watching his car get smaller and smaller. It felt like my heart had been ripped out, leaving me feeling completely empty.
- My eyes were burning and hot, and the tears I'd been holding back finally spilt over, streaming down my face.
- I stood there, numb, all night long. My sense of despair grew deeper, and the idea of divorce took a firmer root in my mind.