Beloved enemy

They say love is a knife that draws blood when it cuts. But for Emily Watson, Jack Thompson is the medicine she cant live without. In the tenth year of her depression, she didnt know how much longer she could hold on.

Emily approached the man lying on the sofa, drunk, her face pale under the light. The man felt the warm breath on his neck and slowly opened his eyes, his pupils dark as ink. "Again?" Jack Thompsons voice was deep and full of sarcasm, "Youre really persistent."

A flash of sorrow crossed Emilys eyes as she endured the pain in her heart: "One night, just one night, and Ill agree to sign the divorce papers."

Jack pushed her away, his tall figure looming over her: "Are you that desperate?"

Despite his heavy sarcasm, Emily turned her head to hide the bitterness welling up in her eyes: "Weve been married for three years without sharing a bed. I cant just divorce you like this!"

"From the moment you deceived everyone into thinking I defiled you, you should have known that I would never touch you, you disgusting woman!" The hatred in Jacks eyes was clear as he spoke. He had drunk a bit too much tonight, and his mind was foggy. As he was about to get up, he saw Emily slowly let her nightgown fall and then grabbed his neck and kissed him.

Jacks eyes darkened, and his breathing gradually became heavier: "What trick are you trying to play?"

"Want me, love me..."

Please, dont forget me, dont leave me, dont abandon me...

"Fools dream!" Jacks gaze suddenly became sharp, and his lower bodys reaction couldnt be hidden.

Emilys breath caught, and the pain in her eyes was clear, but the corners of her mouth slowly lifted into a smile, bright and dazzling.

"Love me..."

As soon as she finished speaking, she felt the world spin around her.

Already frail and weak, Emily was pushed to the ground with her back to him, and the sudden pain made her completely immobile, with cold sweat forming on her forehead.

"... It hurts."

"Shut up!"

Under the light, Emily endured the marital life she had been looking forward to for three years, looking at Jacks face filled with hatred and an uncontrollable expression of indulgence, and suddenly understood what it meant to be a moth to a flame.

Emily suddenly laughed, her tone desolate as she asked, "Jack Thompson, if I die, will you remember me?"

Jack paused, and a flash of sarcasm appeared in his eyes: "Die? Then I probably need to celebrate."

Emilys breath caught, and after that, she didnt make a sound.

After a while, Jack grunted and withdrew, his expression indifferent.

Emily lay there, the deep night covering her embarrassment and the shattered, extravagant love.

In the living room, the clock ticked clearly and slowly.

In the air, countless ferocious people rushed towards her, grabbing at her clothes and cursing: "Why dont you die, why dont you die!"

Emily seemed to see her deceased mother in a trance, saying, "If it werent for giving birth to you, how could I die! If it werent for giving birth to you, how could I leave your father alone, you are a scourge, you are a devil——!"

Her father also pointed at her nose and scolded: "I should have listened to that master and not let you live, you are a broom star, you will kill everyone, you should not live in this world——!"

"No, I dont want to, I dont want to." She waved her hands around, trying to disperse the figures in front of her.

Emily fled to the second-floor study, which was a forbidden place marked by Jack for her, but it was also the only harbor she could hide in when she was ill.

Emily, covered in sweat, curled up in the corner of the sofa, her eyes full of fear.

In her ears, the harsh screams continued, and the intense fear made her unable to help but seek refuge, but Jacks phone, as expected, was still unreachable, because he had already blocked her.

But panic still made her sob into the microphone: "Si Nan... Si Nan, save me, save me——!"

But the man who had left home would not hear.

He said, to celebrate, he hoped... she would die!

Yes, no one hoped she would live, not one.