Chapter 3The Villain's Unwanted Wife

At 10:00 PM, Julian still hadn't come home.

He hadn't called me either.

He never came home later than eight before.

I couldn't help but overthink.

[System, do you think Julian had an acci...]

[He's right in your garage,] the System interrupted me, [He's been there for two hours.]

[Is he... alone?]

[What else?]

[Oh.]

[Are you happy? You haven't really fallen in love with him, have you?]

[No... no, you're overthinking.]

The cold System huffed and went silent.

I turned off the light, ready to sleep.

Half an hour later, the bedroom door opened, footsteps approached.

Julian went straight to the bathroom.

Ten minutes later, the mattress dipped slightly. Julian lay down and pulled me directly into his arms.

"You've been drinking... mm..."

Julian rolled over and pressed on me, kissing fiercely and heavily.

My pajama buttons were torn open in an instant. My legs were pinned, unable to move.

"Julian..."

"Wife, I missed you."

Julian was urgent, as if holding back anger, not holding back at all.

I gradually couldn't take it anymore, reaching out to push against his hip bone:

"What's wrong with you tonight... didn't we just... last night..."

Julian pinned my hands above my head, ignoring everything.

Until I whimpered, he suddenly stopped.

I called him softly. The hand gripping my waist gradually loosened, his arm wrapping around my back, turning into a hug.

Julian's body was trembling slightly, along with his hot breath.

I slowly raised my hand, touching his sweat-dampened face:

"Julian, what exactly is wrong, can you tell me?"

After a long stare, Julian spoke in a hoarse voice:

"Wife, do you want to divorce me?"

My heart skipped a beat. I looked away, flipping my hand to wipe his sweat:

"No."

In the silence, the gloom in Julian's eyes melted away bit by bit.

He caught my hand, interlacing our fingers.

"Wife, you'll stay by my side forever, right?"

I forced a smile:

"Right."

Julian stopped talking, his hand slowly stroking my brow, my eyes, then my hair.

His dark eyes were like a bottomless cold pool.

I couldn't help but push him:

"Can you... be gentler?"

Julian seemed not to feel it, cupping my face and kissing down without explanation.

Became gentle.

More torturous.

Julian whispered in my ear:

"Wife, I love you."

"...I know."

The next morning at ten, Julian had already gone to the office.

Not long after I woke up, a message popped up on my phone.

[Wife, does what you said last night still count?]

After hesitating for half a minute, I replied:

[It counts.]

After clicking send, I suddenly thought of something.

I immediately got out of bed and ran to the vanity.

The moment I opened the third drawer, my blood ran cold.

The divorce agreement was gone.