Dear Soldier, Put Your Gun Down

Expressionless and hard-eyed, Matt glared at the woman in front of him. Undoing his belt, he whipped it out as a wicked smile twisted his lips. “It seems I have to teach you some manners on how to be an general’s wife.”

Winona looked around at the scattered photos. Each of them showed a man and woman hugging each other tightly, their faces highly recognizable. Without a doubt, it was her and Benjamin. Whether in part due to the photographer’s intent, she looked tender and attached, as if reluctant to break off the embrace.

Matt held her chin up, forcing her to look upward at him. “Are you that eager to see him? Huh?”

His eyes burned with rage.

She calmly matched his gaze and smirked. “Can’t you see this is a trap, Matt? Someone wants to frame me, and you were the perfect tool,” she said.

Of course he knew this was a trap. Nonetheless, his pride prevented him from accepting her behavior. His own woman hugging another man. Winona belonged to him. The thought of anyone else touching her infuriated him to the point of borderline madness. Looking at her untroubled expression, it was evident she did not empathize with his thinking.

Seeing red, Matt suddenly tied her wrists with the belt and, with a violent heave, stripped away her dress. Winona’s snow-white skin was immediately exposed in the air, the sudden shock causing her to tremble uncontrollably.

“Matt, have you lost your mind?”

“Hehe, wait till Benjamin comes out to pick up his car. What do you think he’ll do once he hears you moaning as we fuck?”

He bit her nape forcefully, palming her body all over as he savored every moment of it.

Winona did not react. Instead, she frigidly said, “Then I will never forgive you.”

That put a stop to his actions. With nowhere to direct his anger, he clenched his fist and smashed the car window, leaving fragments of glass stuck in his hand. Blood dripped everywhere.

In the ensuing silence, Matt got out of the car and into the driver’s seat. He stomped on the accelerator and for a moment the wheels spun gravel, before screaming out into the road. Passers-by jumped out of the way, their indignation forgotten when they spied the custom license plate.

The sheer momentum pushed Winona against her seat, causing her to draw in her breath in utter shock.

Matt miraculously slowed down. But he stubbornly refused to look back at

probably a residence prepared by the military

two dozen maids stood at attention.

taking a few steps forward, he turned back and, taking off his overcoat, draped it over Winona as he carried her into

was quiet and serene, much like its owner.

the bed. She almost fell off due to the momentum as she bounced off the bed, but Matt

Matt’s actions. This man acted

come on

ignored her, instead beginning to undress himself in preparation to

away, and said, “Enough of that. Stop crying. I should make you pay for trying to

continued to shake. Matt finally lost patience and undid the belt tying up her hand. It was at this

snarled, “Winona, are you kidding

her sides. “I mean it’s funny. Clearly it was

in response. His pectoral muscles strained at the seams as the buttons popped off one by one. He smiled lazily. “Oh? Fanning the fires,

act normal? Do we have to do this every

Now entangled, their breaths mingling together. She smelt wine in his breath as she heard

looked at him fearlessly. “Oh? Speaking from experience,

or I made sure it never happened. Don’t ever try to betray

ear, causing her

told you before. If you treat

in tandem, tracing lines upon her breasts in a slow

tilted her head to the side. The only ones she cared about were Aileen and herself. She never considered opening her heart to anyone else, much less him of all people. Are there any good men left? Her mother believed so. She loved Christopher and looked how that went. Less than three days after she died, the

Matt became angry once again. He got up and stormed out, slamming the door in the