A marriage full of wounds

chapter 13

The tense atmosphere still enveloped the luxurious room, which was in Abraham's residence.

The look on their faces looked different and the roar of their breaths was earthy with each other.

Jeffin was still trying to neutralize his feelings at this time, which was so fed up, when he found his little wife in his bed, which was full of sweet memories with the first wife.

The man's gaze grew even colder. Like an iceberg that will drown the tiny body of his second wife who has since quivered in fear.

Jaws overgrown with fine hairs, tightening, to cause the sound of teeth grinding against each other, as a result of holding back emotions mixed with feelings of disgust.

His originally brightly colored knuckles, now looked white, as a result of such a strong grasp, to hold back the burning anger within the chest cavity of the arrogant man.

Meanwhile, the second wife can only hide her pajama face by lowering her head. Hiding a puffy face, and a pitiful face. There were only the remnants of the sobbing there with bodies trembling in fear.

Catherine, not daring to even glance at her husband, continued to show her head, in order to be free from the sharp gaze of her husband.

She who had originally begun to be lulled by the pleasure of the atmosphere of her husband's bed, had to be disturbed by the arrival of the man who incised wounds on the surface of her skin and in her heart.

Lady Margaretha was still watching their movements in silence, now sitting elegantly on the luxurious sofa in the room.

She will act as a mother who will judge her son while doing, a very out of her mind.

Just like that son had done, which made his son-in-law cry bitterly and get physical and inner injuries.

"Ehem!" Madame Margaretha, dispel that tense atmosphere with a thud.

The woman with the classy appearance, conveyed something to her son who, was able to make Jeffin distrust.

"From now on, Catherine will occupy this room, as a wife!" Excited Madame Margaretha with utter decisiveness.

"Mom!" Jeffin's jolt that held back his sense of regret.

"There is no rebuttal to the decision, mommy," explained mommy Margaretha with a calm expression.

"He, rightfully, is entitled to all this, as your wife. And ... as the new owner of this house," added Madam Margaretha who, again made Jeffin show a surprised facial expression. For the mommy's presentation.

"A-what ... who's mommy, say? What, mommy's kidding?" Jeffin raised his gaze, astonished to the — mommy.

"No!" Lady Margaretha replied with a serious face.

"Then treat him well, if you still want to be here." Miss Margaretha continued with a solemn warning.

Jeffin could only stand still with all his might holding back all his current fury, gathering within his chest cavity. His sharp eyes, increasingly staring at his little wife increasingly full of hatred.

Jeffin considers this, is Catherine's plan, in order to master the entire treasure of the — mommy.

The man, the more certain that his second wife was, was, the bad girl. Who just want the material and the position.

Meanwhile, Catherine could only flinch at her place, upon hearing her mother-in-law's words.

What Margaretha's mistress said, made Catherine feel unworthy, got it all.

She felt that this would add to her bad impression on her husband and the servants.

With all my heart,. Catherine tried to raise her head and tried to get off the bed, to try to get close to her mother-in-law.

"Mrs!" Sela Catherine's walking slowly towards, Miss Margaretha.

The middle-aged woman turned her head and returned her daughter-in-law's gaze with a shady face.

"Mommy. Call, I'm dear mommy," her direct command rubbed full of tenderness at the top of Catherine's — head.

Jeffin increasingly, hates this situation. Where his beloved wife is in a coma, between fighting dead and alive. While here, he saw the familiarity of the mommy with the girl who he thought was nothing compared to his beloved wife.

As for his wife Samantha, the mommy will act ordinary and even seem cold. Making, the relationship of the mommy and Samantha becomes cold.

"S-I, don't deserve it all, nyo …"

"Mommy! Call, mommy," cut off Madame Margaretha.

"You deserve it, son." Imbuh the woman with that graceful appearance.

"But, to me, it's all unnecessary, m-mom," Catherine said stammered, as she received a deadly stare from her husband.

"But .. unfortunately, it's all yours, son." Lady Margaretha brightly smiled softly.

"W-what, you mean?" Catherine asked.

Lady Margaretha again threw her gentle smile at, Catherine. Gently grasping the cold hand of his daughter-in-law.

"The file, which you signed earlier, is a file for the transfer of power of attorney on your behalf, son," concluded Ms. Margaretha with a serious face.

Jeffin and Catherine were shocked by what they heard.

"I will cancel" said Catherine.

"Curtain! You're a hypocrite." Jeffin said softly full of sincerity.

"No, it's that easy, baby," said Ms. Margaretha.

"But why are you doing this to me?" Read Catherine who's starting to look sad.

"For you to be appreciated here." Madame Margaretha replied with a meaningful look and carried the frail body of her daughter-in-law into her arms.

"Don't that mean you're more into my hatred, are you?" Catherine said with a trembling voice.

"Then show your power and position, son," madam Margaretha whispered softly in her daughter-in-law's ear.

"What, I can and can do" Catherine whispered.

"Mommy, sure. And ... very sure," replied Madame Margaretha in a soft word.

Catherine was silent, not hearing her mother-in-law's words again, and now broke her tears in silence.

Thinking about his life's fate. Whether, she could face the arrogant attitudes and treatment of her husband and the cynical gaze of the servants at the Abrahamic residence.

Jeffin was still silent with a thousand resentments he looked to Catherine. The man with that stern and cold face, increasingly wanted to destroy his little wife.

To hell with the mommy's threats and warnings, she won't care. Congratulations concerned with the feelings and position of his first wife who was controlled by, his little wife.

"Me, swear. Will make this cheap girl suffer, baby. This, it's not fair to you. She ... is just a cunning foreign girl. Just look, he will accept the consequences of his actions, well have taken your rights and position as a daughter-in-law." Jeffin, with a face so fed up and hated with Catherine.

Jeffin who was careless, came out of his room, he would not be sure he could withstand all the turmoil of his anger.

The man with his long steps walked in the care room of his beloved wife.

He will pour out all his heart to his wife. Like what he did before. Always, telling all the difficulties or fatigue he felt to his wife who was lying in a coma on the bed.

Although his wife was silent and did not respond to his words, Jeffin still poured everything into his wife.

The man who married the two women, sure, that his first wife could feel what he felt and could hear all the complaints.

"I, promise you dear, will take away all that is right and yours" he whispered near his wife's ear.