Chapter 53

A WEEK LATER…

The lump on Elodre's right eye socket has reduced and the pain has lessened…but she's never been better. She just couldn't stand Cayden's roughness anymore. He seemed to grow colder each day. His disdain for her worsened daily. She can't survive like this.

"Could we sit out today? I've really missed you!'" Roberts had sent a dm to her on WhatsApp. He'd been texting her since she stopped going to the spa but she'd been leaving him on seen.

Sitting on the bed, she sighed, gazing into her phone. Blinking, tears slid down her bleak cheeks and dropped on the phone's screen. She just needs someone to tell her everything will be alright. She needs someone to lean on. She needs someone to confide in.

But, no…she can't sit out at night. That would be disastrous! She thought. She bit her lower lip.

"What about we sit out at noon?" She replied to his dm…but it appeared he wasn't online.

Ugh! She sighed, all depressed and engulfed in grief. What if Roberts never has time to spare at noon? She wondered. That's the only time she can spend outside. She really needs to talk, or else she's surely gonna die a loner. Her life is so miserable. She's a complete failure. She whimpered. Failure in everything.

Trying to stifle the cry made it even worse as she burst out in tears, falling to the sleek floor and burying her face in her folded arm.

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Elodre had some time with Raiden before he finally fell asleep in her arms. Carrying him on her body, she took him to his room and Jasmine quickly took him from her arms with a smile.

"Thank you," Elodre said.

"You're most welcome, ma'am, " Jasmine bowed and then took him to bed.

For a while, she watched how Jasmine put Raiden's pajamas on him and gently put him to sleep. She was so kind. Elodre couldn't help but feel sorry for her. "So, how are you feeling now?"

Gazing up at her mistress, a smile lit up Jasmine's face. "I'm feeling much better, ma'am."

"Good," Elodre said.

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Back to her room, a gasp escaped from her mouth once she opened the door and saw Cayden sitting on the bed, all rough with a bottle of whiskey in his hands. Shakily, she gently shut the door, her eyes glowing with fright. Her heart was whacking brutally in her chest and her legs were twitching. His grimace sent chills down her spine and she shivered. Apprehension was running through her nerves, burning all over her body.

Resting his lower arms on his lap, his sleeves were folded up above his elbows, revealing his sturdy white skin. His whole body was shaking from rage. He was furious, looking very wild and ragged. His hair was disheveled.

He gulped down the whiskey and let out a trembling sigh that made her flinch.

Good Lord, help me. She prayed inwardly, afraid of taking any step further. Her body was so stiff. Once he cast a fierce red burning glare at her, she jerked, stumbling a few steps backward.

"Why are you standing there staring at me like a dumbhead?!!!" He yelled at her with so much anger in his deep voice.

And she flushed pink. Panic was glowing in her eyes and she was gonna cry. Oh, God! W…what s…should she do now?!! She panicked.

"Get the hell outta my sight!!" He commanded, gesticulating violently. "Get out! Leave my sight now!! Get lost!!" He thundered.

Elodre had already scurried to the bed, all confused, placing her shaky hands on her aching chest as though to restrict her pounding heart from erupting. Her eyes were wide. She couldn't even lay on the bed. His sight was so dreadful. He was all sweaty.

Dangerously, he slipped his fingers into his already-disheveled hair, scattering it more in rage, growling all along. The fury was visible. Suddenly, he smashed the bottle of whiskey on the floor and the drink splashed all over.

Elodre flinched so hard that her head began to ache excruciatingly. The drink had splashed on her body and into her eyes. Some pieces of the bottle had hit her. She was still standing by the bed, afraid of lying on it. He might attack her. She thought in tears.

At the drop of a hat, Cayden sprang up from the bed. He went to turn off the light and the room became dark.

What's he up to?!! Elodre panicked. Her whole body was twitching from fright. What's he doing?! Oh my God! Oh my God! Does he wanna have sex with her like he did furiously the other night?!!! Oh God please don't let him! Please…

With the help of her hands, she located the bed and lay all stiff like a dead person. Her heart was thumping right in her throat and was about to dive out of her mouth. In fear, she grasped hard on the thick fluffy bed cover and swallowed, praying inwardly. She could hear him pacing around the room, huffing in rage.

It startled her to hear his fabric ripping apart. He's torn his clothes again!!! She thought bewilderedly. A burning shock struck her when he began to wildly smash things against the wall and floor, cursing savagely, huffing in rage. The sound of objects crashing randomly drove her to flinch. She heard him forcefully pushing down things. When she heard the crash of a glass, she could tell that was her mirror.

She'd never known her husband could lose his temper so extremely. She didn't realize how ill-tempered he could be until now.

Once she felt his weight on the bed, she turned her back, coiling herself in fear. Trembling, she was covering her face with her palms. She was breathing quiveringly.

In anger, he began to punch the bed hard, cursing savagely. "Shit!!!" He roared. The rage was soaring harder inside of him, filling him with vigor and uneasiness. It was hotter and more fierce than a furnace. His whole body was twitching violently. He just wants to explode right now! He just wants to grab something! Just wanna punch something hard! Whatever shit that comes his fuckin way!!!

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