Warm My Frozen Heart

"I'm not angry."

I thought those words would put Yvonne at ease, but her expression darkened immediately.

She grabbed me by my arm and dragged me into the house.

After staring at me for a few seconds, she suddenly laughed.

She smirked sarcastically.

"I already told you. It's over between him and me. You don't have to keep doing this."

Meeting her intense gaze, I merely nodded and bent down to change into my slippers.

I'd heard those words countless times before, and we'd fought over them countless times too.

The worst was on our wedding anniversary. Our family and friends had gathered to celebrate, but her lover shamelessly barged into the house and ruined the entire evening.

That was the moment my carefully maintained composure finally shattered. I charged at the jerk like a madman and started swinging.

When Yvonne tried to pull me away, she used too much force and fell hard to the floor.

Blood pooled beneath her.

In the end, that jerk walked away without a care in the world, whereas I lost my unborn baby.

My life turned into a pathetic joke.

"What are you laughing at?"

Yvonne stood up straight and grabbed my wrist. "Don't you believe me?"

Her mood was foul. Knowing her rash nature, I wanted to avoid another endless argument. I nonchalantly said, "Of course I believe you. Why wouldn't I?"

Having spent the entire day calming my lover down, I simply didn't have the energy to deal with Yvonne too. I wanted nothing more than peace.

Yvonne only seemed more frustrated. She snorted and dug her sharp nails into my skin.

"Don't think I don't know what you're doing. You're trying to get under my skin on purpose. I hate that look on your face. Don't even think you can manipulate me with it."

I shook her hand off. I was about to fire back with a sarcastic remark when my phone buzzed.

I looked down and saw a message. It was another photo from her lover, Henry Hughes.

It was a beach photo of him in nothing but a pair of swim briefs.

[Jason, how do my abs look? Yvonne says she likes younger guys. Every time I show off like this, she can't keep her hands off me.]

Instead of getting angry, I almost laughed.

Compared to her first lover, Henry's tricks were amateurish.

Back then, I'd spent an entire year planning the wedding. Our guests had already arrived and were waiting, but Yvonne was nowhere to be found.

After searching room after room, I finally found her in the dressing room.

A fully naked man was on top of her.

When she saw the color drain from my face, she calmly pushed him away.

After adjusting her dress, she reached out and brushed her fingers across my pale lips.

"He seduced me. I promise it won't happen again."

That day, she linked arms with me and played the role of a perfect bride all the way through the ceremony while I stood there like a puppet.

I thought it was a one-time mistake, but I had no idea it was only the beginning of a nightmare.

Seeing that I hadn't responded, Yvonne frowned and glanced at my phone.

The next second, she snatched it from me and deleted the message.

"Henry has really crossed the line this time! I'll make sure he learns his lesson!"

After saying that, she touched my face apologetically. She then stormed off.

That was another one of Henry's favorite tricks.

The moment Yvonne left, I knew she wouldn't be coming home tonight.