He didn’t answer. Instead, he struck me, leaving a burning sting across my cheek. Five crimson fingerprints instantly appeared on my face and I couldn't hold back my tears of humiliation.
"Hard-headed, huh?" he sneered, his handsome face twisted with disdain. "Do you really think that just because you married me, you get to control everything, including when to have children? You don’t deserve it!"
His words were venomous, slicing into me with each syllable. His charm had turned into something ugly, cruel and dangerous.
"I didn’t! Please, let me go!" My voice cracked with desperation, but he was in no mood to listen.
That night, Spencer was different. He was reckless, completely disregarding everything he had ever said about not wanting children. In the past, he had always been cautious, especially when I was hesitant.
I didn’t know what I had done to provoke him. He was consumed by madness and I was powerless to stop him.
By the end of it, I was left broken. His family, who had been keeping an eye on us, must have heard the commotion, because those who stood guard outside our door reported it.
Satisfied now, family?