chapter [7]

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'Are you kidding me? I won’t take an unknown pill.' LANCE 'This is folic acid to help you ready to conceive.' ANDREA 'It’s hilarious. I want a divorce, not a pregnancy. I have made it very clear to you.' LANCE 'This is your responsibility.' ANDREA 'Mrs. Hamilton is nothing but a machine for reproduction.' LANCE 'Don't challenge my patience.' 'Keep tomorrow afternoon free— I'm having someone take you to the hospital.' ANDREA 'The hospital?' LANCE 'Do you think I believe Charles’ bullshit?' LANCE 'I will have Charles' father reexamine you.' 'Charles told grandpa you are infertile, then his father will tell grandpa his son was utterly wrong.' NARRATOR 'You quietly clench the quilt.' ANDREA 'I refuse to…' NARRATOR 'Lance interrupts your vehement objection with a simple act.' 'Lance pulls a brown pill bottle out of his pocket and puts it on the bedside table.' LANCE 'You take the pill now and go to the hospital tomorrow.' 'Got it?' ANDREA (My birth control pills!) (He wins this round.) NARRATOR 'You take the pill in silence and lie back, refusing to talk to him any further.' 'Lance tugs a satisfied smile on his lips, then he slides into the duvet.' 'You can tell he is lying by you as the mattress sinks.' ANDREA 'What the heck?' NARRATOR 'You've never slept on one bed before.' ANDREA 'You are not invited to my bed.' LANCE 'I am your husband. I don’t need an invitation to share a bed with my wife.' ANDREA 'I'm a terrible sleeper.' LANCE 'For example?' NARRATOR 'Lance's fingers entwine your hair.' ANDREA 'I grind my teeth, snort, talk, and even sleepwalk at night."' 'I might even kick you down."' LANCE 'I don't mind.' NARRATOR 'He grasps your waist with his other hand and holds tightly.' 'As you struggle to get away from him, he keeps you firmly against his body.' LANCE 'Stop moving unless you want something to happen.' 'Or maybe you're yearning for that?' NARRATOR 'You can feel his growing excitement.' ANDREA 'You're too sensitive, Mr. Hamilton, I did nothing.' LANCE 'This is because of you.' NARRATOR 'He bites your earlobe vaguely, smelling the scent of your hair with satisfaction.' ANDREA 'Pervert.' NARRATOR 'It’s useless to disobey him. You calm down your emotion and fall into sleep soon.' [INT. MCBEDROOM.DAY] NARRATOR 'When you wake up in the morning, Lance has left.' 'You have a fresh breath by the luxury French window and find several robust bodyguards standing by the gate.' ANDREA 'Even an agent or spiderman can’t slip out.' 'Lance does not trust me. He is still the same condescending and paranoid person.' 'I am used to the unknown dangers anyway. Nothing can stop me from getting a divorce and fancy dresses.' ANDREA Choose the outfit Fancy. Cute. Simple. NARRATOR
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