Indescribable Feeling       

Dina was also angry, she threw the test tube in her hand back into the treatment box, "Fine, let me be nosy." With that, she slammed the door and left.

Avery's body fell against the hard door, her palms covering her eyes, tears continuously flowing out from the gaps of her fingers.

How could the pure Dina understand? If she did that, she would only be bringing about her humiliation. Her wounds were already bleeding profusely, why would she even need to sprinkle salt on them?

She’s hurting. She was not as strong as she had imagined.

With her condition, there was no way for her to operate, so she took sick leave and returned home early.

Her home was a garden house located halfway up the mountain. To be more precise, it was not a home, but a house that Blake bought for her.

Her slender body was nestled in the window, quietly gazing at the scenery of the garden. There were no flowers in her garden, only large patches of golden plane trees.

She remembers the first time she stood here, pointing to the empty garden, and she excitedly said to Blake: ‘I want to plant a lot of French parasol trees in the garden.’

Blake only coldly replied, "As you wish."

In fact, she really wanted to tell him that it symbolizes undying love.

There was a drizzle outside the window. In a trance, her memory regressed to three years ago.

That day, she had caught Alex and Willa in bed together. Of the two, one was her boyfriend, and the other was her sister. Willa begged her to give Alex to her as she cried. She said that they truly loved each other.

What else could Avery say? She felt that she was just a joke. Then, she went to a bar and got drunk, completely unconscious.

The next day, she woke up completely naked on Blake’s bed. The bright red light on the bed sheets stung her eyes, causing her heart to ache as well. She ran away.

However, the next morning, she and Blake’s one-night stand was published in the daily newspaper.

The Anderson and Foster families could not afford to lose their dignity, so they were forced to marry each other.

Unknowingly, it was already pitch-black outside the window. The antique clock on the floor made a low sound, one strike, two chimes, a total of twelve chimes.

The night was dark and quiet, causing people to feel suffocated.

Avery rubbed her aching forehead, then stepped on the soft wool carpet with her bare feet and followed her memories to feel the switch on the wall. However, a slender finger was one step faster than her.

The wall lamp was lit. Perhaps it was because she had stayed in the darkness for too long, the rays of light caused her eyes to ache. She subconsciously closed her eyes.

Blake narrowed his eyes and looked at her, his body emitting a strong smell of alcohol and a faint aroma of tobacco.

"Why did you come back?" Avery blurted out.

"Today is the eighth." He took off his jacket naturally and threw it on the sofa. He then walked into the bathroom. Soon, the sound of running water could be heard.

Avery slumped onto the sofa and laughed bitterly.

Yes, today was the eighth, his only day of the month.

Remembering the wedding night, he calmly told her, "I'm very busy. If there's nothing else, I might not come back. However, our parents are waiting to carry their grandson. You should calculate the date of ovulation and make an appointment with my secretary. "

Therefore, he would only come back on the night of the 8th of every month. The marriage had lasted three years, and for three years they had been together for only forty-eight nights.

Avery felt like a grieving concubine in a harem in ancient times. She had been looking forward to seeing him, but had lost hope in the endless darkness and waiting.

When Blake came out of the bathroom, she was already lying on the bed.

She felt him topple over on her side, the mattress deeply sunken, the clean scent of shower milk in the air.

In the darkness, the familiar large palm caressed her smooth skin without restraint. Cold and aggressive, it climbed up her flat belly.

"Must it be like this? I don't want to do it today.” She suddenly pressed his hand and coldly refused.

His arms were wrapped around her waist, and his warm chest was pressed against her cold back. “Why?" he asked emotionlessly.

"I'm not feeling well today." She spoke half-heartedly, but the next moment, his broad palm had already covered her head. "I don't have a fever. I'm just a bit tired." She pulled his hand off her forehead.

"Great." He snorted and turned away.

Avery was finally relieved. Perhaps this was the only advantage of this man, as she very rarely said no to him. However, as long as she said that, he would never force her to do anything, and that included making love.

Avery woke up in the middle of the night. She saw that the jacket on the sofa was still there and he had not left.

She quietly sat on the bed. Through the slightly opened door, Avery heard the man's gentle voice come from the direction of the balcony, ‘Also, do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?’

‘Good girl, I'll go back and accompany you tomorrow …’

Avery held tightly onto the thin blanket on her body. She really wanted to rush out and interrogate him loudly, ‘Blake, is our marriage a joke?’ But she couldn't. There were some things that, once broken, meant they were about to be lost. Right now, this marriage was the only thing she had. She couldn't afford to lose it.

Morning came…

Avery had not slept for the entire night. She fumbled her way into the bathroom and revealed a pale and haggard face in the mirror. She smiled bitterly as her fingertips pressed against her sore temple and used her other hand to grab the foundation powder.

She hurriedly lowered her body to pick it up. Her fingertips stung and the sharp shard ruthlessly cut a deep wound on her palm. Blood immediately gushed out. "Ahh!" She helplessly fell to the ground and buried her face in her knees. Her shoulders trembled and tears flowed down her face with an indescribable feeling of grievance.

What had she done wrong? Why did she have to suffer?