Night.
A pair of large, warm hands approached from behind, startling Lucy from her dream.
Ethans hands were wandering over her body. Unable to resist with her hands captured, Lucy tried to break free as he attempted to kiss her, "Ethan, youre drunk, let me go." Remembering the words from this afternoon, Lucy tried to struggle...
With her hands captured, Lucy could not resist. He spread her thighs, showing no mercy, ravaging her, using her as a tool for his venting.
She knew his tenderness was never for her, only for Olivia.
She gritted her teeth, enduring his ruthless ravaging like a dead fish.
Ethan only touched her when he was drunk.
"Ethan, have you ever loved me? Even a little bit," Lucy looked at him tearfully.
His evasive and panicked expression turned into the cold Ethan again in an instant.
He increased his pace on her... his movements grew larger.
"Tell me, say it," Lucys eyes reddened as she wanted to hear him say he loved her, even just a little bit would be enough.
"Whatever you want, I wont give it to you," Ethan showed a hint of contempt.
He wanted her to suffer as he did.
The tearing pain in her lower body was almost covering up the pain in her heart.
"All these years, cant you see my love?" Lucys eyes moist with warmth as she looked at Ethan.
Ethan was captivated by the dazzling beauty before him, her cherry blossom-like lips, her straight nose, so beautiful and moving.
Little did he know, Lucys every smile and that fleeting glance back then had already taken root in his heart quietly.
Under Ethans violent impact, Lucy, who was about to faint from the pain, wanted to break free but could not resist.
...
Afterwards, Ethan withdrew from her body. Lucy looked at the man she had loved for years, once foolishly thinking that one day she could move him and he would show her a bit of tenderness, but what she got in return was exhaustion, both physically and mentally.
At this moment, she was so tired, curling up and sobbing.
At this moment, Ethans phone rang...
"Hello, whats wrong with Qingqing?" Ethan asked with concern.
The two words "Qingqing" stabbed Lucys heart. They were so blatant in their affair, and Lucys mockery deepened.
"Hello, is this Mr. Ethan Mitchell? Your friend has had too much to drink here?" The waiter explained.
"Okay, Ill be right there. Send me the address," Ethan glanced at Lucys back, got up, and dressed.
"Bang," with the door closed, Lucys heart was broken.
She felt as if she had fallen into an ice cellar, shivering from the cold around her...
"When will you consider me, Ethan? I am your wife, we are not divorced yet, and you go out to have an affair with my sister," Lucy sat on the edge of the bed, shouting helplessly.
For her, there was an endless abyss in front of her, and her eyes filled with despair and pain.
At this moment, Lucy missed her grandfather so much, but unfortunately, the person who loved her the most in the world was no longer there.
"Grandpa, I miss you so much, I was wrong, I was wrong to think that having him would make me happy."
Tears soaked the pillow...
Once, Lucy thought that deep love but not being able to obtain it was the most painful thing, but now she finally understood that possession without love was the most heartbreaking.
...
And at this moment, the Ethan she loved and cared about the most was abandoning her to have an affair with her sister.
Ethan rushed to "The Old Tavern" and saw Olivia at a glance, just like nine years ago when he went to the Chens house and saw her at first sight.
But things are unpredictable, and it was destined to be missed...