A Broken Marriage Can Never Be Mended!

But he always drank too much.

Chris naturally thought that I should pay for him.

When he was unhappy, he came to me. When he needed someone to sleep with, he came to me.

At that moment, I suddenly realized that I was just a plaything for him, available at his beck and call.

He would have fun with me, but would never take me home.

Until our relationship was discovered by my grandmother.

She thought we were in love, so she mentioned it to the Smith family, and they pressured him to marry me.

Chris' parents liked me a lot. After my parents passed away, they were even more responsible for taking care of me.

Knowing that we were living together, they were overjoyed and directly stated, "If you let Anita down, you won't be our son anymore!"

Under the pressure from both sides' elders, Chris didn't bow down, but I ended up in the hospital with a stomach bleeding for his new project.

Lying on the hospital bed with a pale face, Chris came to see me and asked, "Anita, do you really want to marry me?"

At that time, I was scared and stumbled as I waved my hand, "No, I don't want to. Please don't misunderstand me. I just want to help you..."

But before I could finish my words, he pressed me onto the bed.

After looking at me for a while and seeing my shy face, he lowered his head and kissed me.

He was dominant and overbearing. When I was about to suffocate, he finally let go of me and said, "Alright, let's get married then."

We got married and had a grand wedding.

That period of time was the happiest for me.

We were always together, and the tenderness and thoughtfulness he had once given to others finally fell on me.

I thought we would always be like this.

Until last autumn, Sophia returned to China.