After that, I dared not mention the word "divorce" again.
In the eyes of others, he was the model husband, extremely considerate and caring toward me.
But only I knew that I would tremble in fear and even lose control of my bladder when I heard his voice.
In public, Randall never despised me.
He would help me clean up disregarding other people's strange looks. But once we went home, he would turn into a monster again.
He insulted me and beat me up.
Thinking about these, I couldn't help but shiver.
Randall suddenly grabbed the back of my neck and showed me a video on his phone.
"Sybil, have I ever told you what will happen if you lie to me?"
I should have known. The reason why he knew my daily schedule inside out was obviously because there was a surveillance camera in the car.
Fear rendered me speechless. I could only tremble non-stop.
"Speak!"
He shouted angrily, attracting the attention of people around.
A waitress wanted to come over and ask what was going on but was pulled back by her colleague.
I knew no one could help me.
"I ... I gave my colleague a ride to the subway station. There wasn't just him. One of my female colleagues was in the car, too. They are a couple."