Chapter 2

Lenka

Throughout the night, I could hear the sounds of party music being performed. As he said, it was a party introducing Ava as his woman.

Getting this treatment left me uninspired, and my mind was a mess.

Now, I was sitting by the window, looking at the sky that had turned brighter. I was following orders from Michael not to leave the room. If I disobeyed, I would see the people's cold stares here and Michael's deep breath. I already planned to start something to have fun with, not just him.

The sound of the door opening didn't even catch my attention. But slowly making my eyes move, scanning this room, a man in a neat suit. He always looks prepared.

I stared at him. He never cares about my feelings. That selfishness is in him. With his arms folded in front of his chest, he observed me, the woman who couldn't speak.

"You look messy." The first thing he said was to insult me.

Yeah, his looks were always attractive, which made him even more inappropriate for me.

The judgmental stare felt like it was stripping me naked and making me have no self-respect, leaving me exposed and humiliated.

I couldn't help but squeeze my hand so hard. All this time, I was too stupid to do such a degrading thing. Even when he insulted me, I often blamed myself and believed I had done something wrong.

I was getting inferior and believed there was no place for me compared to being with him. Then, this time, I would start a fight.

[you're enjoying the party]

I grinned as I made a strong sign language gesture.

His expression changed when he laughed. "That's right. It's fun when me with Ava, a woman who can talk."

That was suffocating.

I stood up. Since last night, I have realized that this relationship was only frustrating and so bad.

His eyes continued tormenting me. He held my hand, sending pain and fear through my body.

"What do you want to do? You want to protest to me?"

But before I could answer him, he spoke again. "You can't do anything. You're useless."

He was always able to manage my feelings to be so bad.

Then I saw his eyes widen. He always believed I would look down because of that great fear, but this was the first time I smiled at him. In short, she knew something was different.

I managed to take my hand away from her, and while she was still glued to me, I spoke.

[I'm not right for you; you can marry Ava]

I tried my best to stay calm, but I couldn't. My breathing was still heavy and burning.

[I don't stand in the way of your love. From now on, you and I are not husband and wife]

I was happy to see the change in his expression. Although I liked his warm, smiling face, he always showed me a stern face. But I'll never get that again.

Of course, this man has gone mad.

[I Lenka will divorce you]

I said it!

I didn't expect that I would feel so relieved for using the courage to tell him out loud that I wanted a divorce.

This was the best for us, but I was pushed away by the strong grip on my chin.

A strong grunt was felt as he brought his face closer to mine. I could smell such a strong musk from him. His face became darker and scarier.

My confident demeanor immediately shouted at one of the submissions.

Oh god... this is so strong that I can't fight it.

"Divorced? Are you kidding me, Lenka?" his tone was icy, and his piercing gaze unsettled me.

I replied with a trembling hand gesture. He's too strong.

I can't sense his anger. His status as the mafia leader is evident because he is dangerous and can do so.

"I will never divorce you."

I looked puzzled. Why is this man like this? He was a nice guy when we met. Back then, he helped me and treated me nicely. Repeated meetings made us close, and he discussed whether he liked me.

But this man is a devil.

It's a pity because I loved him so much that it gave me incredible pain.

As my feelings were mixed, I could feel tears rolling down my cheeks. My eyes looked at him, anxiety rising, but he didn't soften his grip at all.

He released the grip on my chin roughly, wiping his hand with a handkerchief, which made me drown in pain.

Adrenaline had made me do everything; at this moment, it was time.

[I don't love you, Mike. I want us to get a divorce, and that way, you'll be married-]

He caught my hand and pushed me. My face was more complex than ever. For a moment, I saw his eyes tremble.

"There is no divorce. If you say divorce one more time, you're really going to get worse." He hissed.

My body seemed accustomed to Michael's anger, so they trembled.

[You hate me so much?]

My lips felt so dry, and my throat felt sore even though I didn't make a sound to speak.

He chuckled. "Yeah! I hate you so much, Lenka. You're the son of that bastard, and if I divorce you, that means..." He trailed off. Michael's expression softened, and he smiled as he stroked my cheek with his right index finger. "Too good for you. You can be happy after that."

I couldn't breathe properly, so quickly that it was like a sudden heart attack.

He, he... apparently did this on purpose out of great hatred. Without looking at me again, she had turned around.

"You can't leave your room and even get food and drink!"

With his cold demeanor, she left the room while I tried to breathe again. Lying on the floor, I faintly saw her exit the room.

With such a firm grip, blood came out from the wound I made. I was too weak to move from here.

The argument with Michael kept me sick, as I thought I should have been able to feel better about how to part with this man.

They always listened thoughtfully to what Michael said. A day had passed after the argument, and no one had entered this room. They didn't give me anything to eat or drink, as if he was torturing me.

Surprisingly, I had no problem with that at all. I stayed on the bed without doing anything, and then my mind seemed to freeze. Like being in a black hole, I didn't feel anything.

Up to this point, I think I had lost the will to live.

Starving, dehydrated, and spiritless, my head felt very heavy, and maybe it was time for me. Slowly, I closed my eyes, but God made me think of that bastard...