Chapter 90. Jordan, You Hurt Me

Clarabelle hadn't been anywhere for a week. As Jordan wanted, Clarabelle just stayed home. Jordan went to work early in the morning, and only one night did he come home. Smells of alcohol and various perfumes every day.

Clarabelle was speechless. If she asked, Jordan would only get even angrier and cursed. Harsh and vicious words would be heard, making Clarabelle even sicker. Jordan asked Clarabelle to prepare whatever he needed, but Jordan didn't touch Clarabelle at all. Jordan even asked Clarabelle to sleep elsewhere and not in their room.

"I probably won't be coming home today. But just watch out, if I find out you're out of the house." Jordan was wearing a suit jacket which he draped over a chair in the room.

"Where are you going?" Clarabelle asked quietly. Her heart cut, even more, every time she remembered Jordan coming home late at night, even in the early morning, half drunk.

“Do you need to know? What for?" Jordan looked cynical. "Do you wanna know who I'm going to have fun w