Chronicle of Love

Night, as dark as an abyss. When Emma was half asleep, she felt a strong pair of male hands roughly flipping her body over. Then, a lean and muscular male body pressed heavily on top of her, and two slightly cold fingers tightly gripped her chin! "Mmm..." The chill woke Emma from her slumber, and instinctively she tried to push the man off her. But in the next second, the strong smell of alcohol and the familiar scent made her lose focus. Turned out, it was Henry who had come back. He only came to her room when he was drunk and needed her. "Henry, I'm your legit wife, not one of those women out there who just want money and you can do whatever you want!" Emma was so angry that she trembled, "You always disturb me when I'm asleep. What do you want? Can't you show a little respect for my feelings?" She was trapped on the big bed by him, desperately wriggling her body, resisting fiercely, unwilling to be kissed by him. He reeked of strong alcohol. Who knew which woman he kissed before coming back to kiss her? Married for four years, Emma had endured Henry's emotional abuse for four years. She thought she had become invulnerable, but tonight, Henry's actions after getting drunk hit her softest spot with precision, causing her unbearable pain. "Your husband doesn't come home late at night. But you didn’t make a single call to check on me. You just went to bed selfishly. Ha, Emma, do you even know you're my wife?" Seeing the usually submissive woman daring to resist, Henry felt an inexplicable surge of anger, and he squeezed his fingers on Emma's chin with even more force. He wanted to hurt her badly. "Ah... it hurts..." It hurt! It hurt so much! Emma trembled uncontrollably from the pain, opened her eyes, and looked at the cold and ruthless man beside her. She weakly stammered with her lips but couldn't make a sound. After a while, Henry left the guest room, and all the noisy sounds subsided into silence. Emma felt like her body was falling apart. Just as she propped herself up with her arms to get up and go to the bathroom to clean up, she saw Henry push the door open and enter with a box of pills in his hand. He casually threw it at her and said cruelly, "Swallow all these pills right now!" Every time after they had s*x, Emma had to humiliate herself by swallowing four pills in front of Henry. If she refused to take them, he would personally make sure she did. This pill was to prevent her from getting pregnant. In Henry's heart, she was a calculating woman who did whatever it took to marry him, unworthy of bearing his child. Facing the intimidating Henry, Emma had no strength to resist. She obediently picked out four pills, tilted her head back, and swallowed them along with the bitter taste in her throat, all the while enduring the pain. A month and a half later. "Congratulations, Mrs. Scott, you're pregnant! The baby is about forty days old, with a normal heartbeat and good development." In her ears, she heard the doctor's flattering voice. Emma bit her lip, looking at the test report handed to her, feeling both joy and pain as she was about to become a mother. Would her husband, Henry, like this unexpected child? Would he hate her a little less for the child’s sake? ... Emma tightly held onto the prenatal report, her face calm as water as she walked out of the operating room. In the corridor, a handsome man with cold and indifferent eyes walked towards her. Deep within his gaze, there was a hint of malevolence. Seeing Henry suddenly appear, Emma was momentarily surprised, then her heart twisted into a knot, filled with anxiety. She forced a smile, "Henry, w-what are you doing in the hospital?" Emma, had deeply loved this man in front of her for ten years, so she knew him better than anyone else. She wouldn't be conceited to think that he showed up outside the operating room just to care for her. But thinking about the baby in her belly, Emma suddenly summoned up some courage, quickened her pace, and grabbed Henry's arm with anticipation. She asked, "Henry, you know it, right?" He must know that she was pregnant. Her flat belly was nurturing their precious baby. "Do I know that you're carrying another man's bastard?" Henry's voice was cold and indifferent. Immediately after, his large hand clamped tightly onto Emma's soft arm like a pair of iron pliers, and he exerted force... Caught off guard, Emma felt a dull pain where her arms were squeezed. It caused her face to turn as pale as paper in an instant, and she took a sharp breath. But the physical pain paled in comparison to the emotional pain caused by Henry's cold words. Emma steadied herself unsteadily. She gripped her fists tightly on both sides of her body, stubbornly looking at the indifferent man with a desolate look, "Henry, we've been married for four years. I'm enduring your lack of love, indifference, and violence all the time. I deserve it because I asked for it. But how can you slander our baby as a bastard? Explain it to me... Why did you say that?!" Henry's thin lips curled slightly, forming a mocking arc. He forcefully threw the paternity test report in his hand towards Emma's face, his eyes filled with bone-chilling coldness, "The fact is right in front of you. Stop pretending to be innocent, Emma. You deserve to die!" The thin sheet of paper actually cut Emma's forehead, leaving a glaring red mark, showing how much the man hated her. Ignoring her disheveled appearance, Emma picked up the paternity test report with trembling hands. When she saw the conclusion at the end, she was dumbfounded. The baby wasn't Henry's! I-It was too absurd! How was that possible? Apart from Henry, she hadn't slept with any other men. How could the baby not be Henry's? Emma stared at that line of conclusion in disbelief. Before she could recover from the shock, she heard Henry heartlessly say, "Pack up, we're going to the court for a divorce." The word "divorce" was like a sharp knife, stabbing into Emma's heart, intensifying the pain. "Don't you believe me?" She wanted to deceive herself, thinking it was just a joke from Henry, but his eyes and his indifferent and sinister expression repeatedly reminded her that he was serious. He urgently wanted to draw a clear boundary with her. He absolutely wanted to divorce her without delay. "Henry, you promised my dad... You clearly promised him! Promised to take care of me for a lifetime, to always keep me as Mrs. Scott! Can't we... not get divorced, please?" Trembling, she buried her shoulder, her voice choked and barely audible, "Do you despise the baby in my belly too? Trust me, the baby is yours..." Her voice was filled with sorrow and despair. Henry seemed to hear the most ridiculous joke. After sneering a few times, he looked at Emma indifferently and cruelly, "Have an abortion, then I'll believe you!" "No! I won't kill the baby, and I don't want a divorce! This paternity test report must be wrong! Henry, the baby... is really yours. Can't you trust me?" At this moment, the man stood in front of Emma with a pair of cold and ruthless eyes on his handsome face. He held a burning cigarette between his fingertips, smoke swirling around as he coldly gazed at her, his expression full of mockery and ridicule.