Crack!
A crisp slap sounded in the bright living room.
"Get out of here!" Barbara pointed at the door and said, "A bitch like you is not worthy of entering my Davis Family! Get out of here!"
Vera endured the pain on her face and took out an exquisite gift box from her bag.
"Grandma, this is …"
"Get out!" Barbara knocked over the gift and gasped angrily.
Vera looked down and said, "I'm leaving now. Don't be angry …"
"Get out!" Barbara put her hands on her chest and fell on the sofa. She began to cry, "I'm so unlucky. To anger me, my grandson married such a woman …"
Vera gritted her teeth, looked down, and walked out.
"A humble woman who works as a car model taints my eyes …"
Vera closed her eyes, walked out of the house, sat in her dilapidated car, and drove away from the Davis Family's old house.
Her face was burning with pain. She touched it and found that it was already swollen.
This was not the first time.
Four years after she married Travis, every year on Barbara's birthday, she would be slapped.
She was used to it.
Vera thought bitterly that she should be used to it.
After all, this was Travis's goal of spending 500,000 yuan to marry her.
When she arrived at her home, Vera dealt with the palm print on her face and then prepared dinner.
After finishing it, she sat at the table and waited.
From 7:00 p.m. to 9:00 p.m.
Travis did not return.
Vera looked calm. Without any surprise, she poured all the uneaten food into the trash can, tidied up the table, washed up, and slept.
The next day was the same.
She got up early, tidied up the house, cooked, waited, and then poured out the uneaten food. Her daily schedule was the same during the past four years.
However, one night, she suddenly woke up.
A fiery and sturdy body covered her body. He tore open her clothes and plundered her mercilessly.
Vera knew that it was him and tried her best to cooperate with him.
But when they finished, her entire body ached.
Travis was deeply satisfied. He stood up, wore his bathrobe, lit a cigarette beside the floor—to—ceiling window, and lazily smoked.
Vera rested for a while, recovered, and stood up to run a bath for him.
"Mr. Travis, the water is ready." She said.
Travis had a snow—white cigarette between his fingertips. The red fire was dimming in the warm light, and the air was filled with the smell of nicotine.
At first, Vera was not used to it, but after four years, she became addicted to the smell and Travis.
However, this kind of feeling should not appear.
Travis bought her body. They were just trading partners. There should be no emotional entanglement, which Travis had ruled at the beginning.
"Come here." Travis waved at her like he was calling a puppy.
Vera walked over meekly and said in a low voice, "Mr. Travis."
Travis stared at Vera's slightly swollen face and said unfathomably, "Grandma hit you again."
He asked knowingly.
Every time she went back, she would be beaten up. He knew that.
"It's fine." Vera said, "Now that you gave me so much money, it doesn't matter if I'm slapped."
Travis nodded in satisfaction, "You're very obedient and sensible. I love you very much."
Vera's heart shrank, not because of the word "like", but because of the word "in fact".
"But it's time for us to separate. After the divorce, this apartment belongs to you. I will give you another five million dollars," Travis said.
Vera's throat was hoarse and she could not say anything.
Travis extinguished his cigarette in the ashtray and said in a cold voice, "Don't say you know me when we meet again, understand?"
The tip of Vera's tongue moved. After a while, she spat out a word with difficulty, "Yes."
