He saw a hashtag online about domestic violence and was very angry. He said that only beasts would hit women, and he would never hit a woman in his life. He would only pamper the woman he loved.
But it turned out that the woman he pampered was Janet.
He was merciless when he hit me.
Seeing me lying weakly on the ground, Matthew showed no mercy and continued to say nastily, "Cynthia, don't pretend to be pitiful here. It's just a slap. Are you making such a fuss about lying on the ground pretending to be dead? Stand up right now!"
Even if he had the slightest concern for me, he should have seen that my face was pale, my body was weak, and I was trembling when walking, obviously severely injured. But he hadn't.
I wanted to speak, but my throat was blocked by blood, and I couldn't speak at all.
I could only show Matthew a very tragic smile.
I wanted to be strong!
But my tears still flowed uncontrollably.
The trauma of body and soul almost took my life. I was already extremely weak, and on the brink of death.