Blood In My Husband's Boxers นิยาย & เรื่องราว

My teeth chatter together from the impact, causing blood to pool in my mouth. Swallowing quickly so Henry doesn’t notice the blood, I turn around to meet his angry gaze, knowing it will be worse if I attempt to keep my eyes from him. I never knew the monster that was lurking just below the surface of my husband. The barely controlled rage that he hid from me for five years. His manic eyes meet mine across the bed, his hand moving down to undo the belt that is holding up his cargo shorts. Resignation moves through me as I come to terms with what is about to happen to me for the sixth day in a row.

I complained. His frown deepened as his gaze drifted past me. I followed his eyes and saw blood smeared across the white sheets. My gaze settled lower on my thighs. His cum mixed with blood was smeared there too. I bit my lip, my gaze refusing to meet his. The sudden realization of the blood made my lower stomach knot painfully. “Uhumm.” He scratched the back of his head, his gaze flickering between the blood and my face. “Shit. Should I call the doctor or— Baby… I’m so sorry, but is this normal?”

I’ve froze in the spot and let myself dwell through the corners of our room. There is something wrong. I can feel it, there is someone looking right beneath my back. The smell stinks then somehow my eyes landed in the trash bin. With my curious eyes, I’ve pulled the white clothing and there I saw it. Hayden’s coat is full of blood. Staring right into the confusion, I’ve finally realized something. My husband is a surgeon, so I guess this is normal? Maybe he had an emergency patient. I shrugged the thought of my mind. Earlier, he told that he got a 12-hour surgery. What happened? Why is he home at that hour?

I saw Beta Caleb giving orders to his men to stash away the dead body. "Margareth? Margareth!" my husband's voice snapped me back from reality. I looked at him with widening eyes. "Huh?" "You need to be check. Fuck, there are blood in your dress," he muttered and cursed more. I looked at my hands and saw the red droplets. "You killed him..." I whispered at him after the family physician checked my vitals. I was lying on my bed inside a room full of white ceiling. My body feels sore from all the pain.

I sighed while ruffling my wet hair using a towel. I just couldn't, but to become more curious about the situation. I can't help but to rethink again, and again, who was that night, and why did his guards stop me? If he really did believe me, then why is he not talking about it? Why is he caging me in his golden cage? A loud bang echoed in the room, making me startled. I gulped when I witnessed my husband. His shirt was covered in blood, but it wasn't that clear since he was wearing a black shirt, but it still scared my whole being in fear.

I placed the cup of the fresh fruit drink in my mouth, emptying it all at once. Remembering that I left Alexander all alone with his bloodied hand, I jumped from my seat and grabbed the first aid box on the way. “Honey, you okay?” My husband's voice followed me, getting closer and closer. We both arrived at the entrance of Alexander's door and knocked gently. His hoarse voice answered us, it only meant that he had been crying too. So many things have been happening lately, I have also never seen Alexander in this state. He was still seated at the same position I had left him earlier. His knuckles were bruised, and the blood was already dry.

I said with urgency. “What's that?” She asked, sitting up on the bed. I took the trouser to her and dropped it on the bed, carelessly. “That's my husband's trousers. What's wrong with it?” She asked, rubbing her eyes. “Please check the pockets, ma'am. I just saw something now.” I said, pointing at the left pocket. Lily slid her hand into the pockets of the trousers and when she brought it out, it was accompanied by the condom pack.

I pushed open the door to the powder room, only to stop dead in my tracks. A woman stood inside, her back slightly hunched, one hand gripping the edge of the marble counter. Blood trailed from her nose, smeared across her upper lip and staining the lace sleeve of her dress. In front of her stood a man in a decorated military uniform, blocking the doorway like a barrier. “Are you okay?” I asked the woman directly. “She’s fine,” the man said quickly, too quickly. “She’s bleeding,” I replied, my voice sharper now. “My wife fell,” he added, pulling her into his chest like a shield.

Thick dark red blood began to pool from her side. Garin cried out and tried to staunch the blood with his hands but it seeped between his fingers. He looked up and saw his father, staring down the scope of his gun, a wisp of smoke curling from the barrel.

I grab a knife from the kitchen and a towel from the bathroom , settling down on the couch with the box . My gut sinks in anticipation as I slice the skin on my palm , drawing blood and let it drip on the superior surface of the box . Nothing happened so I decided to push the knife in deeper , flinching as more blood poured out onto the box . " Come on .. " I say urgently , looking for anything strange . Slowly , the blood starts displacing from it's original position and travels downwards at the junction of the top and bottom halves of the box and wedges itself in between . There is a sudden click sound and the box opens .