Love Until Death Do Us Part novel Chapter 1

"Newman, you gotta fulfill your duty as Yvonne’s husband!"

Cornelia had the door locked from the outside, with a dozen of servants holding it shut.

Newman was sweating buckets, pounding on the door fiercely with his fists.

"Newman, I'm all cleaned up."

Yvonne, wrapped in a towel, walked out of the bathroom. Newman turned to see her round face covered in horrifying purple scars. The man's handsome face was twisted with resentment.

Yvonne was a name Newman gave her. She was ugly and dim-witted, couldn't remember her own name, and after Granny Cornelia took her in, some bigwig said she was astrologically compatible with Newman. The old lady didn't waste a second and decided to marry her off to Newman for good luck.

At that time, Newman was knocking on death's door, but lo and behold, he actually woke up when Yvonne was sent to the bridal chamber!

Over the past three months, Newman's health had improved, but they still hadn't consummated the marriage.

Looking at Yvonne's face, Newman found it hard to make a move.

Cornelia had fed him some nourishment to strengthen his energy, and now, burning up, this was it - Yvonne was finally going to get her wish and become his woman!

"Turn off the lights, get in bed, and face away from me."

"Okay."

Yvonne obediently turned off the lights and fumbled her way towards him, her bath scent filling the air as she approached.

Newman tossed her onto the bed, without a shred of tenderness.

Now she had what she wanted. The master bedroom was suffocatingly dark, and Yvonne's pained whimpers could be heard.

The man on top of her immediately covered her mouth, "Shut it! Do you want to turn me off?!"

Yvonne was icy cold and shaking violently. Afterwards, the man had no intention of sticking around. He went into the bathroom, and only when he came out did he turn on the light.

Yvonne got dressed and got off the bed. Newman didn't like having her in the master bedroom. Her legs trembled as she forced herself to leave. Suddenly, Yvonne's legs gave out, and she collapsed to the floor.

"Your legs are broken?" The man didn't bother to help her up. He walked past Yvonne and pulled out a stack of papers from the nightstand drawer.

"Come here and sign this."

"Newman, my stomach really hurts."

Was it food poisoning? Her stomach felt sour and bloated.

"I said come here!" The man might look good, but his temper was fierce, "If you can't stand, crawl!"

The light revealed Yvonne's ghastly face and her plump figure, which was covered in the marks of rough handling.

She staggered and crawled over to Newman. The words "Divorce Agreement" glared up at her from the papers.

Yvonne was simple-minded; she couldn't read, "What's this?"

Newman just shoved a fancy pen into her hand. He bent down, the scent of his fresh shower and the strong musk of his hormones enveloping Yvonne.

"Right here, write your name. I taught you how to do it before."

He braced himself on the nightstand, almost as if he was embracing her.

Yvonne saw Newman's name on the paper; he had taught her to write her name before they got their marriage license. She also recognized his. And so, she wrote her name next to Newman's once again.

The signed divorce agreement went back in the drawer, and he warned her, "Don't tell anyone about signing this. It's our little secret."

Yvonne's face lit up with joy, thinking they had a special little secret just between them. She nodded vigorously at the man, naively asking, "Our names together mean we're husband and wife, right? That we'll have kids and grow old together?"

The look in the man's eye was pure mockery as he cracked a sexy smirk, "You're such a fool!"

Eight months later, Cornelia passed away.

"I want to see Granny; I need to see her!!"