Chapter 2

Once I got home, I headed back to my bedroom to get changed just as Harry tiptoed out of it. Seeing that I was soaked through, a pained expression flashed across his face, and he grabbed a towel to dry my hair.

“What are you doing to yourself? You’re a grown woman. You shouldn’t act like this just because you’re mad at me.”

I recalled that he had just slept with Joanna and avoided his hands. “Don’t touch me. You disgust me!”

Our eyes met, and I stared at him in silence. Then, I smelled Joanna’s favorite rose fragrance coming from him. Repugnance instantly filled my mind and flipped my stomach. I shoved him out of the way to get to the toilet and puke my guts out.

When I came out, Harry was standing near the doorway with a sneer on his face.

“Do I disgust you that much, Suzie?”

I wiped my mouth and eyed him coldly.

“Yes, you gross me out!”

He grabbed my throat in response and glared at me with a snarl.

“I treated you way too nicely if you think you can control what I do or speak as you please!”

I looked away, refusing him access to me, which only fed his anger. My thin, wet shirt was suddenly tugged at and ripped away, startling me into covering my chest.

Harry was quick to mock my modesty. “We’re about to get married. Drop your prudish act!”

He then slammed my back against the door and, without any preparation, started forcing himself on me.

I trembled in excruciating pain, but Harry refused to stop.

It was plain torture.

Once it was over, I was so weak and spent that I could barely stand. Harry carried me in his arms and put me on the couch when the bedroom door opened. Joanna stepped out wearing my pajamas.

Seeing me naked, anger flickered in her eyes.

“What are you waiting for, Harry? You helped me wash up this evening after we were done. Why don’t you do the same for Suzie too?”

Harry lit a cigarette and looked at the mess he had made of me.

“Alright, Joanna. Help Suzie wash up!”

I shoved Joanna away when she reached out to me. I went to the bathroom by myself, enduring the pain in my body. Harry had been careless and rough with me; I was covered with blotches of green and purple bruises. They looked horrific.

I stared at my pale and gloomy reflection with an aching heart.

By the time I finished showering and came out, the dining table was filled with food that Joanna had prepared. She was wearing a low-cut dress with thin straps, which emphasized her large bosom. There was no hiding the desire from Harry’s eyes.

When Joanna saw me, she kept up the nice act and greeted me warmly.

“Done cleaning up? Come over and dine with us, Suzie. I asked Harry about your tastes and made these shrimps you like!”

I tried to ignore her and headed to my bedroom; however, Harry grabbed my hand so roughly that I could not help wincing in pain.

“What are you doing? Were you not taught any manners? Joanna cooked for you, so you should try and eat it all, even if you’re not hungry.”

He pulled me toward a chair, and I followed in a tired and mechanical motion.

Joanna picked up a ladle and served us some mushroom soup, acting like the lady of the house I owned.

Strangely enough, Harry, who did not like being disturbed while he dined, allowed Joanna to do whatever she wished.

I finished my food quickly and went back to my bedroom.

This time, no one stopped me.