A marriage full of wounds

chapter 47

"Cloth"

A loud slap floated on the face of a beautiful woman with an ideal body curve. The woman was so shocked by what Jeffin did to her, only this time Clara saw Jeffin's angry face just because of a village woman.

Clara could only be shocked to get a slap from Jeffin, while holding his cheek which now looks red. “What, you do?” ask with a disappointed look.

“I just did what I had to do, do. I, will not accept someone hurting my wife, my little one,” Jeffin replied with a deadly gaze.

“So you did this only because of a foreign woman you just met? Rather, I already know you and I am also your sister-in-law, so don't just because of that village woman, you forget about my sister.” Clara put on her dramatic face again.

Jeffin just put on his flat face, his gaze was still on Clara, for him no one should touch his little wife, let alone hurt her.

“I, no matter who you are, to me, you have dared to touch it. So from today on you don't have to come to this company anymore. Be grateful, I did not break your hand that had dared to touch it,” Jeffin explained with a gripping aura.

The light of Jeffin's words made Clara shocked and did not believe, the advantages of a Catherin. So as to turn Jeffin's face aside from his first wife.

“Really? You, doing this just because of that damn anita,” jolt Clara did not accept Jeffin's words.

“Remember, my sister is alive. And you've accepted the woman, that cheap.”

“Jaga what you said!” snapping Jeffin who did not accept his wife in despicable.

Clara grew more surprised and became trembling in fear when she saw the gripping face of — Jeffin. she now inched backwards as Jeffin walked towards her with such a terrible look.

"W-what do you want to do, to me?" Ask Clara with her pajama face.

Without much, much to say, Jeffin grabbed the blonde hair and pulled it rough, Jeffin even hit Clara's head on the wall.

"Don't you ever dare insult my woman, do you understand!" Whisper with a tone of voice that is able to make Clara shudder.

"sickness, Jeffin. Remember, my sister Samantha," cried Clara trying to master the anger of — Jeffin.

"What, you forgot your wife who always loved you? What, you forgot about Samantha, huh! Samantha, your wife," Clara snapped her forehead.

Jeffin froze with a dazed look, he felt dejavu with the memories of his first wife. "Darling!" Mumbled wailing.

Jeffin now bent his body with both hands piled up on the edge of the table, with thoughts of his wife lying on the bed.

He seemed to forget the existence of his little wife and without wasting time, Jeffin rushed out to meet his first wife who since yesterday he had not met. Accustomed to seeing his wife before leaving or returning from work, Jeffin will take time to embrace his frail body.

Jeffin also returned to the Mansion without caring for his little wife who is now at the top of the Abraham group company building.

"Wow, the scenery is so beautiful" Catherine cheered with a happy face.

"ACH! I'M SICK OF ALL THIS! Shouted Catherine over the rooftop of her husband's company.

"It's exhausting to face humans, hypocrites" he lamented with pursed lips.

Catherine was now sitting on the guardrail at the height of the adult's waist, boldly climbing the guardrail. And sitting after that with both feet now hovering in the air above the height that makes one shrivel looking.

Catherine was even fearlessly looking down with a face hard to decipher. And took a breath and then came back screaming. Removing all tightness in the chest and hidden feelings of anxiety. The feeling of deep pain that is accommodated in the chest that until this moment is still so painful and stifling.

Without feeling, Catherine's tears rolled down her cheeks to her chin, she closed her eyes, letting the morning breeze greet her face that looked fine from the outside, she said, it looks full of wounds on the inside.

Unable to endure the agonizing and stifling turmoil in his chest cavity, and his throat was now so sore that it held back a hysterical cry that was about to come out, yet he tried to endure it. He had to be more resilient to face his life which was dominated only by pain and injuries.

The two legs, which had previously been suspended in mid-air, were hugged tightly and hid their faces behind them.

The tiny body seemed to tremble with a soft sobbing sound that it touched the heart of anyone who heard it.

As felt the figure of the man who had been watching — Catherine in silence.

His heart was also in pain, when he heard the wound, wanting to feel like he was approaching, the girl and hugging him tightly, providing warmth and a feeling of security.

But alas, he could only stare at Catherine from a close distance, after knowing the status of his little girl already, belonged to another man and the man was — his own best friend.