My Husband Cheated On Me and I Don't Want Him Anymore

Dewitt always kept his word.

I was terribly weak after the abortion, and from being ill, every slight movement brought searing pain.

In the three years we'd been married, Dewitt rarely came home.

When he did, it was only to humiliate me. After using me, he would throw some money on the bed and leave without ever spending the night.

"Who are you trying to act weak for?"

He shoved open the bedroom door, yanking me roughly from the bed. I gasped in pain.

"You didn't seem to care when you got rid of the baby, and now you're putting on a show? Allyson, don't you find yourself pathetic?"

He gripped my chin hard, forcing me to meet his gaze.

"Dewitt, I'm sick. I'm going to die."

His eyes, long stripped of the clarity they once held during our college days, were now filled with a viciousness.

For a moment, he seemed stunned, but he quickly regained his composure.

"You've really outdone yourself, coming up with something like that. I underestimated you."

He grabbed my arm and dragged me down the stairs, throwing me onto the couch with a harsh thud.

A sharp pain shot through my chest, and I tasted blood in my mouth.

I was really in agony. It felt as if my insides were tearing apart.

"Dewitt, I want some coffee."

As soon as the new girl saw me, she eagerly clung to Dewitt's arm, pouting sweetly.

"Are you deaf? Kylie said she wants coffee. Get to grinding!"

I mustered all my strength to push myself off the couch and began to limp towards the stairs.

However, Dewitt grabbed my wrist again.

"If you don't want your grandmother to die in the hospital, I suggest you do as you're told."

My grandmother was the only family I had left in the world.

Dewitt had used my mother to force me into marriage, and now, he used my grandmother as leverage.

After my grandmother knew I got married, she was afraid I would be wronged, so she treated Dewitt even better than me.

Even when she was ill, she would make him a birthday cake every year.

Every time I took Dewitt to see her, even if she was not feeling well, she would prepare snacks for him.

She was so careful around him, just like my mother had been.

Despite having a coffee machine in the house, he insisted I grind the beans by hand. I knew this was just another way for him to humiliate me.

But he wasn't satisfied with just that. He wrapped his arms around the girl's waist and began kissing her passionately right in front of me.

"Someone's here."

The girl's coy gestures only fueled Dewitt's desire.

He pressed her down and kissed her deeply.

"Isn't it more exciting with her watching?" he asked.

"I don't like it! Can you make her leave? Or do you not want to let her go?"

The girl shot me a challenging look.

Dewitt glanced at me and let out a sneer.

"Fine, I'll make her leave."

It was already past midnight, and his villa was built on a mountain.

I knew that once I walked out of his villa, there would be no signal, and I couldn't call a cab or find a hotel.

But as long as I could get away from Dewitt, I was willing to do anything.

The night wind was very cold. I walked for a long time. In the end, I walked on a road without street lights, and everything around me was pitch black.

I crouched down on the ground, hugging myself tightly, trying to find some warmth.

I closed my eyes, and my mother's face appeared before me. She was reaching out her hand to me. I really wanted to throw myself into her arms.

I suddenly felt that if I died like this, it would not be so bad.

I reached out my hands, ready to join my mother, but then Dewitt shook me awake.

"Allyson, you've really got some nerve."

He scooped me up and forced me into his car.