Marcus was alarmed. "What’s wrong, Sabbie, what happened?"
Sabrina was flustered. "Ohm, Marcus, I...I fell asleep and accidentally rolled off the bed."
Marcus felt immensely guilty. "I'm sorry, Sabbie, I'm sorry, you...you should get your sleep. We’ll talk at work tomorrow." With that, he immediately ended the call.
On this end, Sabrina had fallen into her husband's arms. She placed her phone back on top of the bedside drawer and pouted angrily. "Sebastian! I hate you! You knew it was a call from my cousin; if you don’t want to answer, just hang up. But you insisted o n answering! And after you did, you didn't allow me to talk to him! Why are you doing this!"
He felt nothing hearing her whine. He said coldly," Tell Marcus Shaw, the next time he calls you again in the middle of the night, I cut him, just like how you cut my tie this afternoon!"
"You’re so unreasonable. He's my cousin! My cousin!"
"There's no such thing as reasonableness in matters between a man and a woman! Incest exists." With that, he flipped over and pressed her beneath him.
He was unreasonable. Very, very, unreasonable. As long as he saw her talking to a man, chatting with
him, then he would punish her when she came home.
"Dear..." she whined. "This afternoon in your office, we already..."
"Are you doubting your husband’s stamina?" he asked her coldly.
Sabrina:
But that night was not as terrible as she imagined. He had plenty of ways to torture her. Sometimes, he would play hard-to-get, hunger marketing, all sorts of different methods that she could never defend against.
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