A marriage full of wounds

chapter 19

So much ache and pain in the heart of hearing the hurtful speech of a man he calls a husband.

The figure of the man who took his first unrequited love, who only gained a one-eye look.

The figure of the man who first attracted him to the opposite sex, and also the first to give a heart wound.

Catherine was still speechless in place with a sad face that kept looking down spilling the bated cry that was so painful. His frail shoulders seemed to tremble along with cries in silence that were so bitter.

While Jeffin can only display a satisfied face, because it can kill the confidence of his little wife with harsh words.

He still sits himself on a single sofa that looks luxurious, while looking at the body of his small wife with a sly smile.

He was so content to see his wife suffer, as he now sees. The sad face of his little wife, like a chunk of diamond that can make him interested. Thing about the wife,. It is like a melodic rhythm that is so soothing.

Inside the spacious and luxurious room, Jeffin only heard the soft cry of Catherine, who was so bitter.

The man with a beautiful face, eager to laugh satisfied with the results cornered and insulted his wife.

He rose from his seat haughtily and left a look of ridicule to his wife who stood before him.

"Curtain! Really, your life is so miserable" Jeffin said with a cynical face.

Then continued his steps to open the door and exit the luxurious room. He was caught in the air with his second wife.

But when reaching the door handle, footsteps and hand movements stopped, when ... heard the words — Catherine.

"What do I have to do so you can accept me? I, just want to carry out my duties as a wife, provide a sense of comfort and calm for her husband. Providing happiness and also meeting all needs. I, just want to be considered, that's all. What, so hard to accept all of it?" Catherine said, accompanied by a bitter cry.

"Please, tell me how to make you happy" continued the girl who now turned her body to face her husband.

"Tell me what to do" he continued with a pushy look he gave Jeffin who only gave a sharp look.

Catherine could only return the husband's gaze with a feeling of disintegration and disappointment. She was not afraid of the bullying look of her husband. She felt no need to fear, she was very sure her husband could one day accept her.

His eyes closed and held back the screeching sound, when roughly, Jeffin grabbed his arm and squeezed it hard. Catherine could feel Jeffin's sturdy fingernails hurting the skin of his arms that were not covered by his dress sleeves.

"You want to know how to make me happy, hm?" Whisper Jeffin right next to red face pain-resistant — Catherine.

His wife simply nodded along with the tears again shedding profusely along with the pressure of Jeffin's hand on his tiny arm.

"What, are you sure you can do it?" Whisper Jeffin back.

"A-I'll do anything, as long as it's about you and your happiness and comfort" Catherine said in the middle of enduring the pain in her arm.

Jeffin did not answer, he now continued to stare fixedly at Catherine's face, without the slightest pity, Jeffin pulled the rough arms of his wife while walking with long steps.

Back Catherine could only grimace in pain while walking heartily behind Jeffin's burly back.

Jeffin now pulled his wife rough, towards a room not far from his room.

The gazes of the servants were so sparkling that Catherine was being treated harshly by their young master.

They were satisfied, seeing the agonized face of Catherine, who looked haughty this morning and pretentious at the Abrahamic residence.

"Curtain! Feel the fucking village girl," muttered one of the maids who so hated the figure of — Catherine.

Along the way to the room they aimed, Jeffin did not let go of his big hand grip on the small arm of his second wife.

He even accidentally pressed his hand, already made sure there will be a scar of his nails there and bruises. Instead of feeling worried or anxious, Jeffin was satisfied.

"Clek"