Die Sieben-Jahre-Krise: Die Donna auslöschen

The Wood family was currently gathered together in their living room after the engagement ceremony between Shirley Wood, the youngest of the Wood family and Peter Green, the son of the gold mine owner at Carlo Hill.

Cassandra Wood who was the older sister of Shirley, was sitting on the edge and didn't seem to like being there. Several times she saw her husband being a servant to her family.

She was upset. Very upset.

How could she not? Her husband had no authority whatsoever and was often the target of her family.

She really wanted to see her husband fight back, at least once. But, in fact, until they had been married for almost three years, Bill was still the same.

Still becoming a useless son-in-law to her family.

"Hurry up and fill this glass, Bill!" Shirley ordered her brother-in-law.

Bill calmly picked up the bottle of red wine and opened it quickly and refilled Shirley's glass. He then stood next to the old man who was Cassandra's grandfather, Christopher Wood who had a pointed face like a crow.

Shirley smiled happily and sipped her wine slowly.

"You see, don't you, dear? My brother-in-law is so kind to serve us all so well," she told Peter.

Peter Green, the man who would soon marry Shirley, smiled with satisfaction, "That's right. You're very lucky, dear."

"Of course. Our Bill has a true heart, he'll do whatever we tell him to do," George Wood said, Shirley's older brother who was also Bill's brother-in-law.

Bill didn't respond at all and turned to his wife, "Cassie, do you want me to fill your glass again?"

"No, I don't," Cassandra replied curtly.

"How about the dessert?" Bill asked.

"No need," Cassandra replied and got up from her chair.

"Grandpa, I'm sorry, I have to go to my room, I'm so tired," the beautiful woman with blonde hair argued.

Not waiting for an answer, she left the living room.

Bill quickly took off his apron and followed his wife. The woman did not go to their room, but she went to the rooftop.

Cassandra knew her husband was following her, and pushed Bill away and hit him with her body.

"Why, Bill? Why do you have to be such a coward? Don't you have any self-respect? Why don't you fight them?"

She didn't stop hitting and Bill didn't seem to want to interfere with her venting her anger. Bill just waited until she got tired of hitting him.

"What did I do wrong to marry a trash like you?" Cassandra shouted.

Bill was silent. He thought answering his wife's words would only make her angrier.

"Why do you want to be their servant, Bill? Tell me why!" Cassandra urged, unable to stand it.

Bill couldn't possibly tell her the truth. It was still his big secret.

"Tell me! Why don't you ever defend yourself? I'm sick of it, Bill. So sick of seeing weak men like you."

The woman then began to cry in frustration. When Bill tried to touch her, Cassandra pulled away.

"You can't even defend yourself, how can I possibly put up with you? Let's just get a divorce, Bill!"

Bill froze in place as soon as he heard that.

"Divorce?"

"Yes. Let's get divorced! I hate you."

"Why we must get divorce?" Bill asked.

"Why, you said? After all, we only got married because grandma asked us to, not because we liked each other."

Cassandra turned around and looked the other way. Bill approached his wife and touched her arm but she still refused.

"I know, but-"

"But what? Never mind, it's better if we go our separate ways. There's no point in being together," Cassandra said, still unwilling to look at her husband's face.

"I can't."

Cassandra laughed sarcastically, "Come on! Look at you! You're just a worker at a fruit stall in the market. What can I expect from you?"

The woman sat down on a chair, staring ahead.

Bill followed her and sat beside her even though he knew she didn't like it.

"What's wrong with that, Cassie?"

Cassandra really wanted to strangle her husband.

"You know I work in an office, I'm a secretary in a big company. Don't you ever think about how embarrassed I am to have a husband who has such a lowly job?"

Cassandra paused for a moment, before continuing, "You have no idea how they mock me. Loser husband, no self-respect, living hand to mouth. I'm the one who-"

"Cassie-"

"Don't interrupt me yet! Let me talk!" Cassandra pleaded and she was now back on her feet.

The woman seemed ready to explode again, and Bill could see that very clearly.

"Because of you, I'm underestimated, Bill. So, never mind, let's end it all. I can't take it anymore."

Bill shook his head and gingerly touched his wife's hand. "No, I won't. I will never let you go."

Cassandra clicked her tongue in exasperation, "If you won't do that, then I'll be the one to sue you in court."

"Don't do that. Please, Cassie. Give me a chance to change!"

Cassandra sighed tiredly. If only her husband had said that long ago, she would have immediately supported him. However, right now she was really very tired.

Waiting for Bill to change for three years was not a short time. She had gone through so many trials and insults in her marriage with Bill, she didn't want to go through it again. For her, it was enough.

"Your chance is gone," Cassandra said.

Bill began to despair, "Give me a chance to change!"

Cassandra was still silent, not even intending to reply.

"Just one time," Bill said seriously.

Thinking for a long time, Cassandra, who initially looked hesitant, finally replied, "Okay. One chance, if you don't change, I'll file for divorce."

A smile appeared on Bill's lips.

"Okay."

He had been unable to apply for a good job because it meant he had to use his real identity. He couldn't do that because it would mean revealing his identity to the public.

He couldn't do it yet, there was still one thing that made him have to hide his true identity.

"That's it, dear. I'm coming down."

Cassandra groaned in annoyance again but was too lazy to say anything so she just kept quiet as she watched her husband leave the rooftop.

When Bill returned to the living room, his grandfather-in-law was already glaring at him. "Where have you been? The guest glass is empty."

"Talking to Cassie for a while, Gramps."

"Hurry up and fill Peter's glass!"

Bill sighed, trying to restrain himself and quickly picked up the wine bottle and poured the drink into Peter's empty glass.

Peter smiled mockingly.

"Come here for a moment, future brother-in-law!" Peter said, asking Bill to come closer.

The man was actually reluctant to respond but he also wanted to know what Peter wanted so he bowed slightly.

"Your wife is very beautiful, can I approach her?" Peter whispered in a low voice.

Bill instantly stiffened.

"How dare you!" Bill shouted.