His Toxic Love

Chapter 2 Grace Is Back

In the next moment, he forcefully clamped my silky calf, raised it up, and forced into me relentlessly with his hot d**k. My back was pressed against the wall, and I felt my skin scratched and bleeding.

“Scream as you always do. Shout out so I can f**k you more,” Sebastian said, looking at my pained expression with satisfaction. My head was spinning as he was using so much force. I felt like I might die at any moment. So, I bit my lip tightly to prevent myself from moaning.

“Where's the slutty face when you seduced me?” Sebastian humiliated me. “Still pretend to be cool?” He forced himself on me. The pleasure mixed with pain made me moan, feeling like I was about to reach my limits.

“You need to be more submissive. Amy, shame on you,” Sebastian sneered upon hearing my moan, as if he had achieved his goal. He pulled out of me without hesitation.

“Grace is back. Don't make her feel unhappy, or I'll make sure you die in a miserable way,” Sebastian's voice was harsh as he picked up a towel and wiped himself clean.

He didn't even spare me a glance before slamming the door. My tears couldn't stop falling. Weakly, I slumped to the ground, feeling like a broken doll. The emptiness inside me made me even want to call myself a b***h. Are you satisfied now, being f****d like this?

I squeezed my wrist and asked myself, why couldn't I wake up from this nightmare? What am I expecting while loving Sebastian so hopelessly? It's been five years, and he's warning me just because Grace came back?

The phone rang. I hesitated for a moment and walked over to answer it while enduing the pain down there.

A warm voice came from the other end. “Amy, are you alright? I ran into your husband downstairs, and he seemed angry.”

It was Lucas Roberts. I could hear a key opening a door on the other end. He lived next door to us, and we ran into each other almost every day. He sounded concerned.

“Lucas, I'm fine. My husband wanted to throw me a birthday party, but I said no. Maybe he was angry about that.” I wiped away my tears, and my voice softened slightly after the s*x. Even after being abused, I still wanted to maintain some illusion in this marriage.

“I'm glad you're okay,” Lucas seemed relieved. After hanging up, I hugged my knees and sat on the ground, laughing bitterly with my shoulders trembled, all the while experiencing burning pain below. Tears streamed down my face.

After that night, I didn't see Sebastian for a long time. Every day, I would lie down on the sofa, holding my phone and searching for every piece of news about him.

When I felt hunger, I would grit my teeth and force myself to cook something to eat. However, each time, I ate very little and vomited more.

The news about Grace and my husband was all over TV. They were always seen together, looking like a perfect match.

I strongly felt something was going wrong. My health worsened, and I felt more and more lethargic. I yearned to receive a message from Sebastian. I never imagined that just thinking about someone I loved would lead me to cry in despair. A few days later, my seemingly broken phone received a message.

“Amy, how you doing? We haven’t met in five years. See you at Island Café tomorrow.” I was hugging the toilet bowl to vomit when I heard the phone vibrated.

I ran out of the bathroom weakly and unsteadily, hoping that was a message from Sebastian. It was from Grace, who I couldn’t refuse when she wanted to see me. If she wanted to see me, she wouldn't bother asking for my opinion.

Early the next morning, I put on light makeup to make myself look like a happy wife before heading out.

“Amy, I haven't seen you go out in a few days.”

I ran into Lucas downstairs. He was holding the car key, dressed in a suit, looking capable. Lucas was a doctor. Though I had never seen him in a doctor’s coat, I had seen him in a suit on some occasions.