Trapped in the shackles of a lonely marriage. A never ending void of monotony. Charles had her by his side but one thing he didn't have was her heart. Yet, he wasn't bothered. As long as he had her around, he convinced himself that he would one day win her over. Life doesn't always work out though. He never wanted to see his wife's crush come back into her life but it seemed that it was meant to be. Jealousy engulfed him, Charles completely lost all control. Lies, doubt, and desperation gradually filled their marriage. This life was not one to live anymore, she finally divorced him and left. However, her life didn't reset as she expected. Charles came back and he was a man on a mission.
The strong aroma of caffeine pervaded the air. Louie Ling was sitting by the window, drinking coffee with Amelia Fang when she saw the man. He walked towards their table.
She exclaimed, "Nelson! Is it really you?"
The man was dressed in casual clothes. He smiled at them and said,
"Louie, Amelia. Haven't seen you two in three years. You ladies have become more beautiful than ever."
'Beautiful, huh?' Louie Ling thought.
She waved to the waiter not far away from them, and then turned to look at Nelson Ning with a playful smile. "If I remember correctly, that's the word you use to praise every woman you pass by!"
"Oh, yes! I remember it too! He used it once on the old lady in charge of dormitory, and was almost driven out with a broom!"
Amelia Fang recalled with a frown. Seeing the serious look on her, Louie Ling smiled more brightly.
Nelson Ning kept in toe with the two beauties' teasing, and the topic naturally shifted to their past.
It was late autumn and the night was extraordinarily cold; the air around smelled of loneliness.
It was not until dark that Louie Ling returned home. The luxurious, high-end villa was her exquisite prison, where she was kept imprisoned willingly.
Imprisoned in a lonely marriage...
Auntie Zhang was on leave that night, and she was the only one left in the dreary prison. After taking a shower, she climbed into her bed.
The loud ring of the doorbell cut through the silence in the villa. With a frown, Louie Ling reached out for her phone to check the time.
After hesitating for a moment, she got out of bed and walked out of the bedroom. She slowly climbed down the stairs. Looking through the living room's mirrored door, she saw the familiar face.
She opened the door and heard the sharp voice. "Took you long enough! Were you trying to freeze me to death?"
Charles Liang's eyes were full of anger, and the pungent smell of alcohol filled the air between them.
Louie Ling frowned without looking into his angry eyes. She covered her mouth and nose with one hand and said coldly,
"Why do you have to always come in the middle of the night?"
Saying so, she turned around to leave.
"Stop!"
the man growled and reached out to grab Louie Ling's thin shoulder. Since she had been in bed earlier, she was only wearing a silk pajama. She struggled, trying to get out of the rude man's grasp. She cursed,
"Are you crazy? You are hurting me!"
Instead of letting go, he exerted more strength on her shoulder and dug his nails into her frail skin. A sharp pain shot through her shoulder and Louie Ling let out an involuntary groan before tightening her lips shut.
He forcefully pulled down her hand that was covering her mouth and nose. Charles Liang asked in a cold, hoarse voice, "Do I make you sick, Louie?"
The poor woman trembled and looked up into his mad eyes. His dark orbs made her feel inexplicably cold. But with a sneer on her lips, she said in an indifferent, ethereal tone,
"Please, could you find something new to do? This drunken madness is getting too old, okay?"
A gust of cold wind blew through the open door. A flicker of unidentifiable emotion flashed across the man's eyes, and his condescending gaze was fixed on Louie Ling. Her cold eyes stared back at him in defiance, but this cold woman had been smiling at another man this afternoon. It was exceedingly fascinating.
A surge of pure anger rose from the bottom of his heart and instantly pumped through every cell in his body. Taken over by this whopping feelings of hatred and anger, he pulled the woman into his arms. With a sneer, he lowered his head and kissed her lips.
"Hmm!"
There was nothing but muffled protests. The strong smell of alcohol invaded her nose, and her stomach churned as bile rose up her throat. Louie Ling pushed the drunken man away from her with all the strength she could muster and ran towards the living room.
Charles Liang staggered backwards, losing his balance-powerful push from such a frail woman. He grabbed on to the iron door quickly before falling to the ground.
Looking up, he realized that Louie Ling had already disappeared from his sight. In the dim light, his shadow seemed long and lonely.
When Charles Liang walked into the living room, he heard the vomiting sounds from the bathroom, followed by the sound of running water. The anger in his eyes did not fade at all.
This was the third time. Every time he kissed her while he was drunk, she would throw up rudely to show her disgust. She was a weak woman, but somehow her strength greatly increase during times like these. Tonight, he was prepared for it, but she still managed to shove him.
Exhausted, Charles Liang dropped onto the sofa. Squinting slightly, he counted to three in his mind. The bathroom door opened. Wiping her mouth, Louie Ling walked towards the sofa. Her expression was different, a little better. She looked at him and asked indifferently, "Did you have dinner yet? I'll cook some noodles for you. Auntie Zhang is not home."
Charles Liang slowly opened his eyes; a faint fragrance emanated from her. His deep eyes turned sharp once again. He looked around the house and asked in a low growl, "Did you go out today?"
A hint of doubt flashed across her eyes. Louie remembered the feeling she had had while she was in the cafe that afternoon-the sharp chill she had felt from behind her... 'It was not an illusion after all. Is he spying on me now, or was it really just a coincidence?' she wondered.
"Yes. I was bored at home, so I went to have some coffee. I bought some scented tea from the supermarket. If you want some, you can make it yourself."
Charles Liang frowned and changed the topic. "I don't want instant noodles. I want fried rice with eggs! Put some tomatoes in it. No carrots." After a pause, he continued,
"Prepare some hot water and get me some fresh clothes. I need to take a shower first. I don't want you vomiting in the kitchen."
Biting her lip, she turned around and went upstairs to find his pajamas, ignoring his mockery.
By the time Charles came out of the bathroom, Louie had made the fried rice, just as he had asked.
Under the soft light, he saw that her usual cold face was a little softer. Her plain pajamas didn't reveal anything; it was a size bigger and she fit in comfortably.
He looked around and saw that she was watching TV intently.
Charles whispered to himself, "Stupid woman."
Recently, Louie had been infatuated with the TV play, "I love you". Wallace Chung perfectly performed the overbearing and infatuated Master Murray, and their love was touching, yet distressing.
She had already watched it several times and had cried as many times. Every time she thought of the play, she felt sad and sentimental. There really were so many things in life which were just too late to do, and people too late to love!
"Get me the hair dryer," Charles ordered, languidly walking towards the sofa. He unwrapped the towel to wipe his hair, which was wet and messy. Several strands of short hair fell over his forehead, which gave him an evil, attractive look.
The dream of everyone with regards to marriage is to be able to find that special someone and settle down with them. Even arranged marriages grant you an opportunity to meet your partner briefly before the wedding. How will you feel about waking up in the morning with someone sleeping next to you who is not just anyone but your legally married partner yet with no memory of how that had happened in just a few hours of going out the previous day? This is the story of Jason Haward and Julia Harrison, two strangers trapped in a marriage they never planned. The quest to find out why led to the unfolding of a mystery which made them realize they are both living a lie. To find out more, read this amazing story of love, betrayal, revenge and murder.
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