Ah!
She felt an excruciating, gut-wrenching pain! It was too agonizing for her to bear.
She curled up and began to move back, pushing hard against his chest.
"Ah...Jackson..."
She couldn't finish her sentence. Jackson Wang seized her head, pressing it deep into the soft couch.
He clearly didn't want to hear her say another word.
And this, this was their first time in their two years of marriage.
Allison Foxx gripped her hand tightly, her physical pain wasn't even a fraction of the pain in her heart.
Suddenly, he flipped around, pulling her to face him.
His large hand was hot like a burning iron and she definitely didn't want to get burnt.
From his thin lips came an abrupt question.
"Allison, are you satisfied now?"
She voiced her despair, barely holding herself together.
"What I want is not this, not this..."
Her body was shaking, her doe-like eyes were trembling;
She held her breath, pleading, "Can we go upstairs, please? I'm begging you..."
The spacious living room was dark, with only a faint glow coming from the direction of the kitchen. A lavish dinner was laid out on the porcelain white marble dining table.
In such an open environment, she was afraid.
Jackson's sword-like eyebrows furrowed, the frost in his eyes intensifying.
"Don't negotiate conditions with me, you're the one overstepping your bounds."
What a joke. She just called him to ask if he could come home early and spend time with her, and that was considered overstepping!
She wished he knew how unusual that day was for her, not only was it their second wedding anniversary, it was also the day she transitioned from Allison Foxx to Allison Wang.
Allison felt a chill seep into her bones. For two years she had endured all, and it was the first time she attempted to negotiate with him.
"Just for today, could you compromise? Please..."
She knew Jackson didn't love her. He despised her.
Their marriage was not mutual.
Jackson's father, Mr.Wang had forced him to marry her. Jackson wasn't interested in women, he was married to his job.
She had been constantly trying to please him, humbly and compliantly.
The cold glint in Jackson's eyes flickered, his overwhelming icy gaze didn't lessen in the slightest.
He leaned in, his thin lips near her ear, the cool tone of his voice piercing her eardrums like a needle.
"Don't negotiate terms with me. I've already given you the position of Mrs. Wang , what else do you want?"
A robust smell of alcohol filled the air, emanating from him.
Despite this, while leaning so close to her, he could still catch a faint whiff of lavender from her amidst the stupor.
This scent... reminds him of someone.
But she is not her! If it weren't for Allison that girl might not have suffered!
Alcohol tends to deprive people of their sanity, at this moment he feels like tearing her into pieces.
His eyes were full of frustration. He randomly grabbed a pillow from the sofa and threw it on her face.
This disdain is enough to shatter any unreciprocated deep-rooted love.
She felt humiliated.
A hot tear trickled down her face, she despaired.
By the time she woke up, the sun was already high in the sky.
Allison felt like her entire body had fallen apart, the red and purple marks all over her body testifying to the craziness of the previous night.
She wanted to go to the bathroom to take a shower, turning her head, she saw a note on the bedside table.
The familiar, cursive handwriting was unmistakably his; Jackson had left her just one word.
"Compensation."
Accompanied by a check for ten million dollars.
She stared at the numerals on the check, gripping it so hard she almost tore it to pieces.
What was this supposed to mean? What did he take her for?!
She wanted to call him and return the check. Just as she was sitting up on the bed, her toes brushed against something soft.
It was his shirt.
She picked it up instinctively and noticed a rosy lipstick mark on the collar.
Was this... hers?
No! She hadn't even put on makeup last night!
So that meant... Jackson was with another woman before coming home?