ESCAPED FROM EX-HUSBAND

It feels like dying

Samanta lay down gently on his bed, his bones were so sore. There was no stopping the pain he had during this whole week.

Since the stray dog drunkenness, it happened. There is no word of peace in the silent life of Samanta. Arkana didn't let him rest in the least. The long mornings and evenings were the wild time of the mad dog.

Always playing with horses.

Samanta is unable to fight back, his body weak due to the violence he often gets. There are no more curses given by Samanta to Arkana.

Samanta got up and walked to the bathroom to clean himself up, now that the clock is showing at 17:00 p.m., there are still a few hours left before Arkana gets home.

Samanta cooks for his dinner, he is hopeful that the stray dog does not return, his body desperately needs enough rest.

But it may be his fate, Samanta sees Arkana standing in the dining room doorway and gazing at him.

"You, have you eaten?" Samanta tried to ask calmly.

Arkana grinned at Samanta and said coldly; "Hm, did you prepare all this? Very good, what if we do a little game?"

Samanta glared, his legs trembling so slowly he involuntarily slid into the strip, as Arkana stepped forward to nearby him.

"Are you scared? It's been a week, you should've gotten used to it. Isn't it?"

"You, what do you want to do?"

"I just want to play with my wife. Look at this soft skin of yours, and oh what is this, look at your very red lips. Is this a new strategy for flirting with men?"

Samanta glares, you crazy husband. Her lips are not red but swollen, a stray dog often bites her. Samanta leaned against the wall, his head subconsciously turning the other way.

"I told you, look me in the eye and answer my question, do you still not remember it?" Arkana grabbed Samanta's chin and lifted him up.

Then Samanta's lips were bitten again by a stray dog. The pain felt by Samanta, must be bleeding again, very painful. His tears finally spilled again, and the sound of crying then attacked Arkana's hearing.

Arkana let go of her bite and looked at Samanta, and clucked in dislike; "Basar crybaby!"

Arkana slams Samanta to the floor, and leaves the woman without turning her head. Samanta sat down and hugged his knees, still crying.

When will he be free from this house?

Is there a day he can go?

Samanta cannot resist being subjected to daily domestic abuse and abuse. After all, he was just an ordinary human, not a resilient robot.

Samanta stood up his appetite disappeared, he finally walked towards his room on the first floor, locked the door and locked himself inside the bathroom.

Samanta grabbed a razor that was there, whether it had been how many times Samanta did this, but the sky still did not seem to accept it.

He scratched his pulse area again, the scratch was not deep. But enough to make him calm down a little, his blood flowed, dripping down the cold floor.

"I want to go, it hurts" Samanta went into the bath and let himself stay there.

Brakk!!!

Pile up!!

"Open the door damn woman!!!" Arkana shouted from the outside, she had wanted to start her game but she did not find the figure of the wife in the dining room.

"You must be inside, right? Come on, don't hide from me. If you make me satisfied, I can give you a lot of my treasure. You want to, right?"

Samanta ignored his hearing, he kept his eyes closed, feeling something hit the scarred area earlier, "Please let me die. I'm not strong," he said

Brakk!

Brakk!

Pork!

The door was finally opened by Arkana, he walked into Samanta's room, and saw the contents. Then he walked towards the bathroom, hearing the sound of running water.

Surprised! Arkana's eyes were perfectly rounded and the rope she was carrying had fallen on the floor. He saw Samanta was unconscious while soaking in the water, which was already starting to cloud.

Arkana hurriedly lifted her up and saw her pale skin and face; "Am I overdoing it?"

Honestly after spending a long night with Samanta, Arkana felt a strange feeling, her body churned and like asking for more.

It's a hard feeling he's been trying to explain, all this time he's been doing it with a lot of women and there's never been a feeling this pleasant, this kind of thing, Arkana feels more excited and her tiredness will disappear when she is with Samanta.

The wife he had neglected all this time.

He only realized that Samanta had a distinctive and soothing body scent, so it made Arkana feel calmer, and her sleep was also better.

But Arkana could not realize this, for him Samanta must have had a purpose so from the beginning did not reject this matchmaking, Arkana saw Samanta like a woman out there.

He just wants his family's property.

His heart was also still waiting for the return of the woman, the woman who was not elite to be expelled by her family. Tucked away abroad, Arkana hates to remember this.

Arkana has been trying for two years to find the girl, but has not had good results at all. The arrival of Samanta in his life throughout this year actually makes him angry.

At first Arkana thinks Samanta is different from the other girls, but due to the rumors out there and his proximity to a famous celebrity, Arkana becomes hesitant and allows venting everything on Samanta.

After the doctor examined Samanta, he said; "The body of the mistress is very weak, and there are too many wounds on her body. If it continues like this, it will endanger his life."

Arkana nods at the doctor and allows him to leave the room. After the doctor left Arkana into Samanta's room, he stood looking at Samanta's sleeping face.

"Have I been overreacting?" He approached then stroked Samanta's head gently.

"Alright, Karen you're dying I'll be nice to you for a minute.”  After saying that Arkana left Samanta's room.

Inside the quiet room, Samanta slowly opened his eyes, his head was dizzy and his heart was in pain. Why did he have to come and help her? Samanta is no longer strong in this house, he wants the freedom he has long dreamed of.

“I want to be free, can I get it?” Samanta asked the ceiling of his room.

Samanta's life was not good, he was just an adopted child who was raised in an orphanage and raised well by his adoptive family, then made it a medium of exchange in the high-end family business.  Now she is guaranteed cooperation by her adoptive parents and her husband's parents, on the one hand she also acts as a surrogate.