Warm My Frozen Heart

After washing up, I went to bed alone.In the middle of the night, I felt a pair of warm hands slide over my body.Yvonne's kisses were passionate, but there was a trace of complaint in her voice."Why didn't you wait for me? No matter how late it got, you always waited for me before going to bed."I froze for a second. Despite feeling sleepy, I was suddenly hit with a wave of nausea.She reminded me of just how pathetic I'd once been.Not long after we got married, she'd started coming home later and later.In the beginning, I waited from ten o'clock to one in the morning. Gradually, it went way past midnight and eventually reached dawn.She hated it when I called to check on her, so all I could do was pace around the house like a restless ghost.On good nights, she'd eventually come home, but she'd also bring home traces of other men.On bad nights, I'd stay awake until sunrise and never see her at all.I had fought with her, yelled at her, and turned our lives upside down

I was trembling with rage as I headed straight to Henry's house.Henry answered the door in a bathrobe. It looked like he'd just stepped out of the shower.The moment he saw me, a smug grin appeared on his face."Well, Jason. To what do I owe the honor?"He dramatically covered his mouth and winked at me."Did your mother die? Did you come to drag Yvonne back home–"Ahh!"Feeling enraged, I grabbed him by the collar and drove my fist into his face."You lowlife!"Henry's miserable scream quickly drew Yvonne's attention.She yanked me away in a panic and ordered her bodyguards to pin me to the ground."Jason, you've lost your mind!"Pain shot through every inch of my body, but it wasn't even a fraction of the agony in my heart.Fighting back tears, I pointed at Henry, who was already putting on his innocent act, and yelled, "He sent intimate photos of you two to my mom! She's unconscious in the ICU right now!"Yvonne froze. She turned to look at Henry sternly.Henry immed

Yvonne found herself shamelessly thinking, 'So what if I cheated a few times? He's a grown man. Why can't he be a little more understanding? Men make mistakes all the time. Why can't women? Why is Jason being so heartless?'She stormed into the bedroom like a madwoman and began searching for any trace of the other woman.The moment she looked at the bed, her eyes narrowed. She couldn't help but wonder if Jason had ever brought that woman home and spent the night in that same bed.The thought sent her into a blind rage.Yvonne grabbed a knife and jabbed it against the bedsheet and the comforter. Like a lunatic, she slashed and tore at everything in sight.Only when the fabric lay in shredded pieces across the floor did she finally collapse from exhaustion.For the first time, she realized just how much Jason must have suffered all these years.She was losing her mind over one person.How much pain had Jason endured?She'd selfishly ignored it again and again.Overwhelmed with

Yvonne's gaze darkened. She said through clenched jaws, "Break up with her. That girl is just a fling. I'll forgive you as long as you end things with her."I laughed and immediately shook off her hand."Who asked for your forgiveness? Have you completely lost your mind?"Yvonne, do you have any idea how sick I am of you? What makes you think you're in any position to forgive me?"Her face turned pale."I made mistakes, but you're not innocent either, are you? Why can't we both compromise? Why does it have to get so messy?"'Messy?'I looked at her with contempt and asked calmly, "During our five years of marriage, you went from one affair to the next. Why couldn't you compromise then? Why couldn't you stop for a second and look at the husband you were destroying?"The day after my car accident, you disappeared without a trace. You left me alone at home. You didn't even say a single word of comfort."Yvonne, whatever we had ran out a long time ago. At least for me, you're no d