Sensing her skepticism, Carlos continued persuading her. "As I just said, in the past, the biggest problem in our marriage was me. You did nothing wrong. Please, allow me to make amends. If it still doesn't work out between us, you can choose not to be with me then. But you can't cheat on me. That's my only request."
Debbie swallowed and asked, "What if I... What if you find someone you like during this period?"
The man cast her a hard look and continued, "I won't give you a chance to like somebody else." Debbie had once told him that she had feelings for someone else, but now, Carlos realized that it was all a lie. It was just her strategy to make him consent to the divorce.
At that moment, she felt the last bit hope go up in smoke.
'No. Something is off.' But she couldn't put her finger on what it was.
Confused, she opened her mouth to say something and then closed it again. The words were frozen on her lips. The confused look on her delicate face and her rosy lips were too much for the man to resist. He lowered his head and gave her a second kiss.
'There it is! That's what's wrong.' Debbie pushed him away. "Why do you keep kissing me?"
The touch of his lips and his scent sent her into a heady trance. He must have been trying to seduce her.
"What's wrong with me kissing my wife?" Carlos looked at her in puzzlement.
"Of course it's wrong. After I kissed you, you threw me out of the mall, into the ocean, and even threatened to bury me alive!" Debbie reproached. Her anger boiled up inside at the thought of how he had treated her just because of a stupid kiss.
'Tut-tut, do all girls hold grudges and bring up old scores?' Carlos thought sourly.
"You should have told me you are my wife at the mall," he replied defensively. He was enamored of Debbie's adorable and unique personality. If he had known that she was his wife, he would have never done any of those things.
'What? Is he trying to make it look like it was my fault?' She rolled her eyes at him.
"Look at what has happened ever since you found out that I am your wife. You've been interfering in my personal life. You treat me like your daughter. You kept me locked up in the villa for days."
"You've been behaving badly at the university. I can't turn a blind eye to that."
Education was a top priority for Carlos. That was the one thing he would not waver from. The air around them had become toxic. They glared at each other, eyes sparking with anger. "You are a nosy old man!"
Old man? Carlos hated it when she called him that. His lips tightened into a thin line and his face darkened with dissatisfaction.
He was only seven year
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'Is he trying to find a place to bury me alive again?'
In the grip of silent panic, the air inside the car felt like it was suffocating her. Everything was so quiet, she could hear her own heart pounding in her chest. When the car finally came to a stop, the bodyguards got out of the car, but Debbie remained where she was.
Her eyes caught sight of something. Was that a tombstone?
The door on her side was opened by a bodyguard, who stood there waiting for her to get out.
With the headlights on, Debbie glanced around and a chill crept up her spine. Bloody hell! A graveyard? Why would Carlos bring her to a graveyard in the evening?
While she was trying to figure out what was on Carlos' mind, the bodyguards returned to the car.
"Hey, what's this supposed to mean?" Debbie tried to open the doors, but they were all locked, so she started tapping on the windows helplessly.
One of the windows in the backseat was rolled down. With a gloomy look on his face, Carlos said, "This is a martyrs' park. Stay here and reflect on what you've done."
Here?
Didn't he know that she had a fear of darkness? If she couldn't deal with her fears in the villa, how would she deal with them alone in a cemetery? Fear gripped her entire body in an instant.
"I... I..." Before Debbie could say anything else, the car drove off.
As she helplessly watched the car drive away and disappear into the horizon, all she could do was curse Carlos a thousand times in her heart. This was more terrifying than being buried alive to her.
Trembling with fear, she barely managed to take out her phone. Unfortunately, the reception there was terrible. She tried to dial Jared's number anyway. As if the Gods were screwing with her, Jared's phone was switched off!
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