The residual light in the eyes of Vivian turned instantly into dead ash. She drooped head, bit her lip and kept silent, looking forbearing and stubborn.
Ashton collected his eyes and stared at her. It was clear that he had forced and wished her to look like this, but he felt annoyed about it after she became like that
Ashton moved his sight and his hanging fingertips were tight.
“It’s an eyesore. It makes me feel gross.” He lifted his foot and crossed straight past her after a cold sentence, pulled the door open and slammed the door heavily.
After the loud noise, the house was dead silent.
Vivian turned her stiff head, looking at the door was heavily slammed. She could not hold back her tears at last.
Leaning against the wall, she slid feebly down, trying desperately not to cry.
At the door, Ashton did not leave directly after slamming the door.
He was standing behind the door, with his head slightly bowed, and the dim light of the door obscured the expression on his face.
Through a door, he did not hear the repressed cry inside.
If he had heard it, perhaps the end would be different.
After standing for five minutes, Ashton suddenly took a deep breath, raised his head, straightened his back, and left quickly without stopping.
Vivian did not know how long he cried against the wall, and she felt her legs numb until she stood up.
She leaned against the wall for half a minute before she regained consciousness, dragged herself feebly to the table, picked up her clothes and put them on slowly.
At last, her eyes fell on three dishes and a soup that had not been touched, and he smiled bitterly.
The dishes were thrown in the trash can one by one.
Ashton left, Vivian was in insomnia, lying on the bed with eyes open to dawn. She was tired but she was not sleepy at all.
After her marriage to Ashton, she was forced to resign and stayed at home as a so-called full-time wife.
Every day, she cleaned the house, cooked dinner and waited for Ashton to come back home.
The days were boring.
There was nothing for her to do, so she stayed in bed until the afternoon. At last, she felt sleepy.
No sooner she fell asleep, she suddenly heard the downstairs door was pushed open.
Vivian woke up and sat up from the bed immediately.
Was Ashton back?
He had never come back twice in a row before, and every time he came back, he would always send her a text message so that she could clean herself up and get ready.
Vivian dared not hesitate. If she was late, the man inevitably was angry.
She did not have time to change her nightgown and trotted out at once. She stopped suddenly as soon as she reached the head of the stairs.
It was Ashton… He brought a woman home.
He was hugging the woman, with suit jacket torn open and thrown carelessly on the ground. He was holding the woman in arms with a smile, flirting.
The woman was dressed in a tight wrap skirt, with a graceful figure unquestionably exposed. Her curls were shawl and her features were gorgeous and charming. She wrapped the back of Ashton’s neck passionately like fire and kissed him on the chin and neck with her red lips.
Ashton’s white shirt was covered with harsh red lipstick.
Vivian froze, standing in the spiral staircase and looking at the two people.
With the woman in arms, he entangled with her, staggered upstairs, and got closer step by step.
The woman that has been kissing Ashton seemed to see Vivian at last. She was stunned for a moment, and asked with a smile, “Is this your servant? Why is she standing here?”
Ashton pinched the woman’s face with a smile, and threw his side-eyes at Vivian without emotion. The words were sharp, “Why are you still standing here? Get out of my way!”
Vivian’s body trembled. She glanced at Ashton and the woman in his arms, stood still in the middle of the stairs, motionless. There was no expression on her face, but she had her attitude.
“Ashton, this is my home. If you want to fool around with others, please go away! Don’t mess up my place here! ‘
The woman was surprised to hear that, “Ashton, is this your servant or your wife? Why is her attitude so arrogant?”
Ashton took the woman in her arms and explained softly to her, “She is not a servant…”
He turned his sight on Vivian and said coldly, “A servant’s status is higher than her. She is just a slave I bought. Probably because she had been living here for too long, she thinks she is the owner here.”
Vivian’s body was cold. Ashton was warning her.
He made her understand she was inferior to him.
Ashton glanced at her coldly and continued to go upstairs holding the woman. They did not stop even they almost hit Vivian. He hit Vivian hard with his shoulders and took the woman straight to the master bedroom where Vivian slept.
The slamming of the bedroom door made her ears tingle.
She turned stiffly to look at the closed door.
There were afflictive coldness and pain coming out from her heart.
His husband was cheating on her in front of him. What was more egregious than this?
A few minutes later, the room came out with a wave of ambiguous voice. Each sound of voice mercilessly pricked in Vivian’s heart like a knife, which made her face pale out of pain.
The voice rose higher and higher as if it were going to knock the ceiling down.