"Charles, I feel pain…"
"You are a murderer, don't cry!"
Abby White was held by the back of her neck by the man, pressed on the bed, and forced to accept his more aggressive moves.
She bit her lips tightly and silently endured it. Her tears fell silently, slipped into the quilt, and disappeared.
When the man on the body given vent and left from her, Abby finally breathed a sigh of relief and closed her wet eyes. She wanted to catch her breath for a while, but she heard the man's cold and merciless voice.
"Get up, put on your clothes, and then follow me."
Abby ached and suddenly froze.
"Charles, I don't have the strength right now. Can I wait until dawn to see her in the cemetery?" Abby shivering stood up, with her eyelashes lowered and pale face.
Charles frowned impatiently, "Don't act pitiful here! Get dressed immediately and get out of here!"
Abby clenched the sheets tightly and couldn't help but cry, "Charles, why don't you refuse to believe me! I really didn't kill her! She wanted to kill me, but accidentally…"
"Crack!" Charles took forward and severely slapped Abby on the face.
"Abby, I told you to put on your clothes and scram!" He stared at her fiercely, not leaving any feelings behind.
Abby's fingers were getting tighter and tighter. She had married him for three years. In the past three years, she has been very considerate to him, even humble. She wanted to move him and let him believe that the car accident three years ago was really not caused by her!
It was Daisy Evan who wanted to kill her, but she rolled down the cliff and fell to the ground without leaving any bones!
However, this man never listened to her explanation. Even if he had agreed to marry her, he just wanted to torture her, insult her and revenge her more conveniently!
"Charles, I... Ah!"
Before Abby finished speaking, Charles's patience was exhausted. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her out of bed.
"Alright! Abby, you're naked, right? Then you go out like this! Anyway, you're also a bitch. Even if someone sees you naked, you don't care at all!"
"No!" Abby immediately panicked. Not only was she not wearing anything, she was also covered in ambiguous traces left behind by Charles.
If she was pulled out like this, then she really wouldn't need to live anymore!
"I'm getting dressed!" Abby said softly, "I'm willing to wear it! Charles, let go of me!"
"Too late!" Charles dragged Abby to the door and reached out to unlock the door.
Seeing this, Abby screamed and hurriedly reached out to stop him.
"No! I beg you, Charles, no!" She used all her strength to pull the door shut and prevent Charles from opening it.
"Please? Abby, when you knocked Daisy down the mountain, did she beg you to do the same? But did you show mercy?" Charles stared at her fiercely, "You didn't! You still killed her! You killed my fiancée!"
"I didn't!" Abby shouted in despair.
She had explained these things countless times in the past three years, but Charles did not believe her. On the contrary, the more she explained, the more Charles tortured her.
"You still don't admit it!" Charles pulled her and forcefully opened the door.
Abby couldn't match his strength. Even if she used all her strength, she could not stop him. The door was pushed open by a crack.
"No!" Abby shouted, "I'm wrong, Charles! I'm wrong, please don't!"
She hugged Charles's leg, crying and shouting.
"Charles, please don't let me go out like this. I'm begging you!"
Charles coldly glanced at her and pushed her away.
Fortunately, he also closed the door.
"I'll give you half a minute. Abby, put on your clothes and scram to the cemetery!"
It wasn't like that Charles didn't know how terrifying the cemetery was in the middle night.
But just because he knew it, he would ask Abby to do so. He wanted her to live a life worse than death!
