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This Marriage is Dead
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Outside, thunder roared as lightning streaked across the glass in front of me, crashing in the distance.
My whole body ached, pinned down on the bed by him. My dangling legs provided just the right angle for his entry, devoid of pity or pleasure. His hands were tightly locked around my waist, each powerful thrust filled with anger and release.
Time stretched on like it had passed a century. Finally, the person behind me let out a muffled groan and stopped all movement.
The swelling sensation had yet to subside when he withdrew, pinching my chin with two fingers, forcing me to look at his mocking face in the night.
"Feeling good? Satisfied? You went through so much trouble to marry me just for this? Qiu Yuhan, a con artist should have the morals of a con artist; don’t think for a second that shedding a couple of tears will make me pity you."
He gritted his teeth, gripping my chin tightly and forcefully throwing me back onto the bed, looking down at me with disdain as he began to straighten his clothes.
Perhaps the earlier movements had been too vigorous; a sharp pain suddenly shot through my lower abdomen.
I hesitated for only half a second before realizing the seriousness of the situation. I rolled and crawled off the bed from the other side, frantically searching for my clothes on the floor.
Before I could even put on a single piece properly, a strong hand grabbed mine, yanking my body up and slamming me against the nearest wall. My toes barely touched the ground, one piece of clothing dangling awkwardly from my arm.
Xiao Minxing's face twisted with anger, his voice sharp like a knife: "What are you in such a hurry for? I haven't had enough fun yet."
He reached out to grab my chest, pressing his body against mine.
I felt electrified, my mind going blank. In a panic, I used my free hand to push him away while pleading, "Please let me go, Mr. Xiao, just this once. I'm begging you."
He didn't speak, his thin lips pressed into a line, using the hardest part of his body to push against my softness. His large hand slid from my chest down to my lower abdomen.
My body trembled as I struggled to grasp his hand, my words choked with tears: "Don't move, you can't touch here, I'm pregnant, really, believe me, this is our child, still very small, you can't hurt him."
He paused for a moment, then burst into laughter.
"Qiu Yuhan, can you change your tactics? Do you think I'm a fool? Can the same lie convince me again?"
He spoke each word slowly, his gaze cold and eerie, like a killer's blade scraping away my last shred of pity.
He didn't stop; instead, he moved faster than before, his rough fingertips sliding between my legs.
The pain intensified as my back pressed against the cold wall. My body instinctively arched in response to the pain but was pulled straight by the hand gripping my neck.
A warm liquid flowed out between my legs, and the fear of life being stripped away nearly drove me insane. I pounded desperately against the man who held me captive.
But he remained unmoved, pressing his fingers forcefully in a certain spot and smugly raising them in front of me, saying, "You're reacting so quickly again..."
His words trailed off as his eyes focused on his fingertips.
There was a deep crimson stain on them, shocking and piercing to the heart.
"How unlucky."
"Loosened," he said softly, turning to leave. His cold silhouette quickly disappeared around the corner, without a trace of guilt.
I felt like a lifeless sack, sliding down the wall weakly. My eyes burned as if on fire, but the pain quickly reminded me that I couldn't go on like this.
Struggling to get up from the ground, I pulled two pieces of clothing from the closet and put them on. Panic, despair, helplessness, and fear tightly gripped my nerves.
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