Eliza Doolittle was feverish and had been in a coma for three days. When she awoke, the room was shrouded in darkness. By the light of the moon, she recognized her surroundings; she was in her own room. She found it laughable that despite the abuse she had endured while her body was still weak, she had survived. But she didnt feel grateful for her tenacious vitality because she knew more unknown torments awaited her.
The faint scent of tobacco in the room made Eliza frown slightly. She turned her head and saw a flickering light in the darkness. She couldnt make out the features of the person, but she knew it was Edward Cullen.
"Awake?" His deep, emotionless voice echoed from the shadows, followed by footsteps approaching her bedside.
"How are you here?" Her voice was hoarse and raw, and she felt a burning sensation in her throat.
"We are husband and wife. Isnt it only natural for me to be here?" Edwards tone was laced with sarcasm, and his cold aura made Eliza shiver slightly.
"Ha... husband and wife?" Eliza laughed bitterly. He had married her out of revenge. In their year of marriage, they had shared a bed very few times, and when they did, it was only for her to conceive a child because his child with another woman needed a healthy heart. Was there such a couple in this world?
"Edward, the child is gone. I should have no more use for you. Lets get a divorce!" Eliza spoke calmly, but why did her numb heart still ache with a stabbing pain? Clenching her hands under the blanket, this was the man she had loved for three years.
"Divorce? Dont even think about it. After killing Isabella, you even killed your own child. A woman as vicious as you, how could I just let you go? I will make your life a living hell! Agony without end!" Edwards anger was ignited, and he lifted Eliza up without pity, his strong hand掐住她的脖子。
She had killed his beloved and the heart donor for his own child, and now she was seeking divorce as an escape; he would never allow it. His torment was only beginning.
"I didnt kill Isabella, believe me, it was Scarlett who did it. She told me herself. And if I didnt kill the child, once born, you would have just taken the heart. How could I bear that when he would have been a living, breathing human being?!" Eliza struggled and shouted.
"Enough, you dare to frame innocent Scarlett." Edward was consumed by rage, his logic clouded by fury.
He threw Eliza onto the bed, his eyes red with anger.
"Dont... Edward, please..." The light in Elizas eyes dimmed rapidly, replaced by deep fear. The doctor had said she wasnt supposed to engage in intimate relations, or she might never be able to conceive again.
"Thats not for you to decide!" Elizas action further enraged Edward Cullen.
"Ah... no, you devil, didnt you say I was dirty? Why are you still touching me?" Elizas voice was hoarse as she shouted, tears streaming down her face, warm in the moonlight.
"A free tool, its not bad to try it out once in a while!" Edward spoke coldly.
Edwards cold words made Eliza give up struggling. The pain grew, and she knew her wounds had reopened. She bit her lips tightly to keep from crying out, her eyes filled with hatred, staring at him.
Seeing Elizas pale and defiant face, Edward felt a sudden pang in his chest.
The blood on the bedsheet stung Edwards eyes, and his heart fluttered with panic.