[Warning: heavy content.]
"Wait—AH!" Chloe groaned when Mrs. Andrew did the same with her other arm.
Chloe tried to struggle as she realized that she was definitely fucked. She glared at these two old bitches to intimidate them, though it didn't seem to work.
"What's this? Let me go now or I will scream!" Chloe threatened.
"Please cooperate, Mrs. Gray. I'm here to do my job, and you should do yours as well," Maria scoffed sarcastically. "You're the main cause of the profit loss in the company. Stop being selfish and do your job as his wife."
The word 'his wife' triggered Chloe instantly. She started struggling harder when she realized a certain disgusting man must be inside the Principal's office.
"Let me go! I said let me go!" Chloe tried to pull herself out of these two old women's grip, but she was just a thin woman without much physical power.
Maria glared at Mrs. Andrew and ordered, "Open the door!"
"Y—Yes!"
Mrs. Andrew opened the door as wide as possible, and Maria whispered, "Do your job, Mrs. Gray. Aren't you supposed to be his good wife?"
"NO— NO, WAIT!"
Maria and Mrs. Andrew pushed Chloe as hard as they could until Chloe staggered and fell to the ground.
Mrs. Andrew slammed the door shut and locked it from outside, making sure that she couldn't escape.
Mrs. Andrew pocketed her key and followed the old secretary to sit on the bench in front of the Principal's office.
Unlike Maria, who was calm and collected, Mrs. Andrew looked anxious, "Is it really okay?"
"Hm?"
Mrs. Andrew looked at the old secretary and asked, "Is it really okay to leave Mrs. Gray alone in there?"
Maria shrugged without care, "They're husband and wife. It's her duty to make her husband happy, so let them be. Don't worry about it."
**
"Ugh…" Chloe grimaced in pain. Those two wretched old hags pushed her too hard until she fell face-first on the floor.
While recovering, she heard a footstep walking towards her and saw an expensive brown shoe that shone at the tip.
Her body tensed immediately. She got so scared that she forgot to breathe for a few seconds.
She stayed on the spot, not daring to look up because she didn't dare to face her nightmare.
"It's been a while, wife," a man's mature yet gentle voice called her lovingly. But she knew this man never had an ounce of love for her. "Look up. I want to see your face."
…
Chloe dared not to look up. She was so terrified that she felt her entire body was stiff.
"So shy to your own husband?" the man teased. He slid his shoes closer toward Chloe and lifted her chin by using the tip of his shoes.
Chloe was forced to look up but closed her eyes quickly, much to the man's annoyance.
"Open your eyes or I will smash your face with my shoes," the man said slowly, but the threat was so effective that Chloe opened her eyes immediately.
The first thing she saw was the eyes of a viper looking down at her. He smirked from ear to ear as he took great pleasure from this.
He really looked like a viper that was ready to bite her anytime he wanted, and this poisonous man was none other than her own husband;
Vincent Gray.
"Good. You should be obedient if you don't want to get hurt," Vincent said. He looked much more relaxed than Chloe expected, but that was never a good sign.
Usually, Vincent would yell and throw many curses when he was annoyed. But when he was pissed off, he would do stuff like this.
Treating her gently, speaking softly and calmly, only to abuse her later.
"Now get up, I want to have a little chat with you."
…
Chloe was unresponsive. Her mind was flooded with all the memories she had started to forget after staying away from Vincent for the past six months.
From all the intimidation that made her scared to fight back to the humiliation that made her unable to eat, completed with the abuse that traumatized her so much, she couldn't even think about running away… until six months ago when she filed for divorce.
Vincent saw the fear in her eyes, which gave him great satisfaction, 'She still has her fear of me. That means she still respects me as her husband,' he thought.
Truthfully, he was already thinking about many things he could do so Chloe would know her place, fear and respect him, and become an obedient wife, just like she used to do before she left.
'I expected her to struggle a bit more though. I've planned many things to break her,' Vincent thought. He was a little disappointed, but he would still take his time playing with his wife.
"Get up," he gave an order again, but Chloe was still unresponsive. Her face was pale, and her lips started trembling out of fear. She was overcome by fear, making her unable to react.
"I said get up, you dumb bitch!" Vincent grabbed Chloe's shirt and pulled her up with one hand.
Chloe was wearing high heels, making it hard for her to recover, and her knees were too weak to stand.
Vincent had a paper-thin patience. Seeing that his wife wasn't going to stand up on her own, he clicked his tongue annoyedly and pushed her to the wall until her back hit the wall quite hard.
"AH!" Chloe grimaced in pain. It wasn't the first time that Vincent had done this to her, but every time he did this, she could only cry or cower like a terrified rabbit.
Vincent wrapped one hand around her waist to prop her up while his other hand wrapped around her neck, pressing her against the wall, making it hard for Chloe to breathe.
"Listen to me, you whore. I've been trying my best to be gentle to you. So you should follow my order or I won't hesitate to strangle you to death."
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