Chapter 192 - When a used good falls into the right hand (1/2)

Immediately I said those words, his eyes got clouded with sadness, making me feel bad, but I'm scared with how I'm feeling now and didn't like what will happen if I gave in to it.

I'm like a used goods now. I can't recall the number of times I had that bastard inside me. His moan of pleasure, his hands roaming all over my body, his naked body laying on mine after he's done, our perspiration mating after our body is through.

The feeling of having my body pleasuring the man that want my baby dead, the man that hurt the man I love. Everything was horrible. I held on because of hopes that a day like this might come.

A day I will get to know my daughter is doing fine and will be happy. A day I will be this close to my love again.

The day came, but I can't let myself get too greedy. Looking into his eyes, I spoke again, ”I only said I miss you because we agreed to be friends, please don't misunderstand.” I added.

Seeing him not saying anything and not moving, I averted my gaze and blink non stop. Even though I said all that, I'm scared he will take it seriously and maintain a distance from me.

”You're married to me first Stella. Did you sign a divorce paper and forged my signature on it?” He asked in a sad tone, while his hand that was resting at my neck line return back to his side.

Yes, I'm married to him as well. We registered our marriage after we eloped and had a mini celebration, go on dates and many more.

We aren't divorced, so I'm still legally his wife, legally married to two men. I got married to another like he doesn't exist anymore.

”No.” I said.

”I'm not forcing anything on you Stella, I just want to know, I want us to talk about it.” he said.

”It was hard.” I muttered.

”Did he hurt you?” Alex asked again.

I understand the hurt he's referring to. He was wondering if he raped me. ”He didn't.” I replied honestly.

Although he's a crazy bastard, he never use violence on me. He cleaned me up himself after pleasing himself and returned me back to bed, help me select a night wear and wrapped himself around me all through the night.

It's not like I struggled, so I'm not sure if he's capable of using sanctions. Aside from intentionally making me witness the gruesome scene of how he makes his men killed a human, he never did anything to hurt my feelings.

He was into the idea of making food for me when we first married, but I refused to eat it and he stopped. He's a psycho, a being that shouldn't live among humans. I wonder if he thinks he's showing love by doing all that, that lunatic.

Alex heaved a sigh of relief after my reply. ”I'm sorry you have to go through all that.” he said.

My eyes were already getting heavy with tears. I could tell he didn't know exactly how to show that he's sorry, but I'm cool. The fact that he understands me alone is enough.