Man, what's wrong with you?

Sherry frowned when she heard what he said, and at the same time, Jeremy tightened his grip on her neck, until her face was reddened from lack of breath. She hissed and grappled with his hand, but it didn't budge. She screamed hoarsely, "Let me go!"

He didn't want to choke her to death, so he loosened his grip but didn't let go, his palm barely grazing the delicate skin of her neck. He asked, "Is it because I haven't touched you in a long while? Is that why you are so eager to find another man?"

Sherry slapped his hand away and said in disgust, "Are you talking about yourself?"

Jeremy squinted at her, not understanding what she meant at all. "What are you talking about?"

Sherry sneered, "Isn't it you who is always looking for women outside?"

Her words brought a bit of joy into Jeremy's heart, as he thought that she was finally showing jealousy, but what she said next wiped the pleasure completely.

"Anyway, we are getting divorced, so let's not interfere with each other. If you want to marry again, go ahead."

It seemed that she really wanted to divorce him, and it ignited the rage that he was suppressing.

However, he changed tactics, and his touch turned gentle and kind. He swept his fingers through Sherry's long hair and spoke softly and tenderly, "Is this your trick again? Are you trying to irritate me and make me sign the divorce agreement as soon as possible?" Suddenly, Sherry felt so tired from everything, and it was like his gentle touch was sucking her energy away.

and I really want to rest now. Can we talk

away and tried to stand up, but Jeremy was looming over her like a

but she still wouldn't back down. The gentle expression his face twisted into a

men outside exhausted your energy that you have none to spare for me?" He lifted his hands and grabbed her shirt with so much force that it tore

tried to

she asked with no little amount of alarm. "What am I doing? Can't

how hard Sherry struggled, he wouldn't budge. She looked at

me. Please, let me go. I don't want to do this, Jeremy,

bruising grip and leaned down to whisper into her ear. "Remember, you are mine. I don't care what tricks you are playing. I want you now, so I will take you. Do you think

cold voice that Sherry couldn't

in the same way, and it filled him

in pain and hit his knees uselessly, but he didn't

you're hurting me,

of her, and she couldn't help but wonder, 'Did he touch his other women like this too?' She started struggling harder, kicking out,

grip tightened all the more, heedless

'Since when did she start hating him?