A wave of tearing pain washed over Amelia, followed by Lucas's forceful entry into her body.
Minutes later, Lucas sighed in relief and rolled over from her body, just as Amelia kept imagining herself holding a pistol, shooting Lucas full of holes, and she actually laughed, a strange sort of laugh.
Lucas was in a state of shock. He never expected Amelia to make such a sound at that moment.
He turned on the bedside lamp, looking at the naked Amelia, whose was stared blankly
at the ceiling, not at all like a woman in the aftermath of o****m, more like she got out of her mind.
The light made Amelia realize everything was over, and large tears dropped from her beautiful eyes onto the bed, her sobbing slowly growing louder.
Lucas reached out to wipe her tears, but she pushed his hand
