Ex-wife, Please Come Back

Some of the details from the wedding went by like a blur to Alice. The moment it ended, her real nightmare soon began.
Never in her life had she experienced something like that happening to her. This was the reason behind her initial shock.
Jonathan had been drinking a lot of liquor on the day of their wedding. A polite smile was plastered on his face the whole time,
yet the way his eyes blazed in anger told an entirely different story. Although there were parts that she couldn't clearly remember,
there was one thing that happened she would surely never forget.
When they were already in the car, Jonathan just sat there and remained silent as if he was already too intoxicated to speak.
Despite this, she knew that he was still sober.
As soon as they got to the villa, he got out of the car without even bothering to glance back and walked into the villa alone.
Of course, Alice had no choice but to quietly follow him inside. As she did, she couldn't help but wonder how she offended him
that day.
She pursed her lips, honestly having no idea at all. The only conclusion she was able to come up with was that she had exhibited
inappropriate behavior at some point.
As she followed him without saying a word, she nervously fiddled with her fingers.
The creak of the door opening was the only sound in the area. After Jonathan went inside, she followed suit.
There wasn't even any time given to her to at least open her mouth to say something. As soon as she stepped inside and closed
the door, he slapped her hard on the face. She could barely process what was happening when the man continued to give her
several more slaps.
As the impact of his strong and rough palm hit her, she suddenly felt that her world was turning upside down. Alice clumsily tried
to stretch out her hand and reach out to anything for support, but since she was nowhere near anything, she immediately
slumped to the ground. Jonathan had finished the whole process in one go, leaving her no room for any negotiation.
Her eyes glared daggers at him despite the burning sting that was radiating off her cheeks. She couldn't believe that he had
done that to her. All her life, she had never been beaten up by anyone. Now that she had just gotten married, she was met by a
series of slaps on the face by her new husband.

She wanted to scoff at the thought, thinking of how ironic her situation was. Trying to ignore the swelling of her face, she sneered
at him.
"Let me tell you this, Alice. It's a shame for me that I married you. Don't push your luck," Jonathan scolded.
His eyes were filled with hatred as he dragged a chair noisily before plopping down on it. It seemed like he had already sobered
up a little. Unable to say anything, Alice had only managed to cover her face.
"There is a saying that a down-and-out phoenix is not as good as a chicken. To be honest, did you really think you were a
phoenix before? Just remember this. I don't care what happened in the past, but if you have anything more to do with Jacob from
now on you better not blame me for treating you like trash," he snarled.
He clenched his fists and glared at the woman in the floor, his eyes turning into slits.
She involuntarily stiffened, clearly frightened by the man's rage that she was at a loss on what to do next. No one had ever been
that violent to her before.
After a few seconds, she felt herself being lifted up from the ground. That was when she had come to her senses and realized
what just happened.
"What are you doing? You're drunk!" she screamed. The moment his hand started caressing her body all over, she instantly
knew what his intention was.
There was no way that she would feel any ounce of intimacy from his contact after being slapped like that. However, Jonathan
still continued with what he was doing as if he didn't have a care in the world.
After forcefully tugging her clothes off her, the slap mark on her face became prominent.
Alice raised a hand in front of him to push him off, but she was immediately punched hard in the face. Her whole body trembled
with fear. She only stared at him wide-eyed and did not dare to fight back any longer.
All she knew at the moment was that the day had been incredibly longer than she could bear.
Judging from the throbbing pain on her face, she knew that it was probably already bruised up and swollen. Still, there wasn't
anything that she could do. She felt absolutely helpless. All the strength to fight back was already drained from her as she let
Jonathan do whatever he wanted with her body. Her eyes were lifeless as they rolled upward to stare at the ceiling blankly while
she attempted to get through the whole ordeal.

While her mind raced with thoughts, she scrambled to figure out where she went wrong. Perhaps, she had really done something
unpleasant. She was lost deep inside her head that she hadn't noticed him leaving.
The only thing she remembered after everything was her lying down on the sofa and fixing her gaze at the ceiling for several
minutes.
Her heart ached so much, yet no tears came out of her eyes. Her expression was blank and she only continued to look above
while she reminisced about her moments from the past.
From when she met Jacob to when she had gone abroad, she felt confused. It was as if everything was such a mess, and she
caught herself entangled in something she had no control over.
She had no idea how long she had been lying there, but the sound of Jonathan's angry roar had given her a hint.
"What the hell are you doing? Why aren't you coming to the room to sleep?" he growled. Alice could feel his angry gaze slicing
through her whole being as he stood by the door of the second floor.
"Go ahead and sleep first. Just leave me alone."
She didn't even bother raising her head as she muttered those words a little bit loud enough for him to hear. She remained there
motionless and lost from all hope. Everything that she had suffered from a moment ago was pretty much what she deserved.
It didn't matter if she felt wronged. Her hands were tied and Jonathan only roared like a beast trying to tame his prey.
There were a lot of things she was restrained from and it wasn't until now that she had realized she sacrificed a lot just to get her
revenge on Jacob.
The sacrifice was like a whirlpool, a shackle that imprisoned her for the rest of her life. The moment she stepped into it, she knew
that there wasn't any point of return.
Her life was already filled with despair. With empty eyes, her gaze travelled over to the wall where her wedding photo with
Jonathan was hanging. The man wasn't like this at all before they got married. At least, he had some respect for her during that
time.
But what did she get after marrying him? Perhaps she should start thinking of everything that she had given up after tying the
knot.

She lost her freedom, her dignity, and everything she took pride in. She had essentially lost everything.
Although she acted proud in public, no one knew that she was suffering behind the curtain.
This was her life now.
It was hard for her to admit it, but her life was really miserable.
Meanwhile, Jacob and Sara had finally returned home. As they arrived at the door, he gently pushed it open and walked inside
with his arms wrapped all over her.
He held his wife as if she were a very precious treasure, careful that he might drop her or she might be taken away by other
people.
His eyes were glued at her the whole time as he devoured her beauty. He found himself unable to leave her side, not even for a
second.
Sara stretched out her arms upward, a soft groan escaping her lips the moment she entered the house. Glancing around the
room, it seemed as if Winnie was nowhere to be found and decided that maybe their helper had already gone to bed.
"Are you angry about what happened today?" Jacob probed. He sat on the sofa next to her and placed a hand on her shoulder.
"No, I'm not. However, I think I pity Alice. After all, it was all your fault. You're the one who left her," she murmured. Then, she
leaned against his chest, noting how broad and stiff it was but at the same time perfectly warm.
She might have accused him for leaving Alice, but deep inside she didn't want him to choose the woman.
Everyone had their own destiny. Alice had already chosen hers.
"I think her life would be a rough road ahead. After all, we all know what kind of person Jonathan is. I know she knows it too, but
she's just too stubborn to admit it."
A sigh came out of Jacob's lips. He wasn't any saint and he could not always save someone who was in distress.
"What? Do you feel sorry for her?" his wife asked. Her eyes were fixed on his face, eagerly anticipating for his reaction. However,
Jacob didn't answer. He just lowered his head and gently pressed his lips on hers.