Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 1135

Shayne began resorting to emotional abuse. He started returning home late, coming back reeking of alcohol and behaving aggressively when at home.

However, Yanny did not make a scene, nor did she question him. Whenever he returned home, she would prepare the bath for him and set aside his house clothes.

She was just like the average caring wife, taking care of him without questions, nor protest.

It was just like nothing had happened. She was still the legitimate lady of the house.

However, the heartaches and estrangement added up to a certain level, and it would explode even more violently.

The marriage certificate was thrown on the floor. Shayne had even stomped on it several times. Before that, he would store it like a sacred treasure, keeping it in his safe deposit box.

Yanny bent over and carefully picked up both their marriage certificates. She tried to wipe it with her hand, but the stain on its surface would never come off no matter how hard she tried, just like her.

She tried harder and harder to scrub it, almost crumpling and tearing the marriage certificate.

Drops of tears landed on the marriage certificate.

Shayne came out from the bathroom after finishing his bath. He looked at her coldly as she was scrubbing the marriage certificate on the floor. He scoffed, then sneered at her, “How can something tainted be scrubbed clean?”

Yanny still scrubbed at it obsessively.

Shayne frowned, then finally lost his patience and bellowed, “Stop scrubbing!”

He reached out and grabbed the marriage certificates. Holding them in his hands, he told Yanny, “Do you know how to turn them clean?”

Shayne grabbed the lighter by the table. With a click, a small flame was ignited at the edge of the marriage certificate. As it burned, the warm glow of the flame reflected off his face. However, it could not dispel his icy chill. With his face devoid of expression, he said, “Just like this. Let them burn to ashes. Only then it’ll be clean.”

Yanny stared helplessly at them. Shayne just burnt their marriage certificate with his own hands.

Finally, with only a corner remaining, Shayne threw them into the ashtray with disgust, discarding them.

Yanny did not make a scene. She even forced a smile on her face and showed it to him. As though nothing happened, she said, “I’ll go get your pajamas for you.”

Shayne seemed to have finally lost it. He grabbed her slender wrist, violently pulling her back. He then berated her in anger, “Do you think you’re still qualified to be the lady of the house?”

Yanny’s aversize gaze finally lighted up.

Did she just lose her rights to be?

She dared not question him. Perhaps it was just as Shayne said. She really had no rights of dignity.

She only wanted Shayne to be happy.

However, her being by Shayne’s side did not seem to make him happy. Instead, it would only bring both of them more suffering.

Yanny did not know if her stubbornness and determination was right or wrong.

Those days, she was constantly in denial, yet constantly affirming herself. The contradiction almost split her into two.

She was going crazy. Shayne was going crazy too.

Yanny lowered her head slightly, then with a dry and hoarse voice, with chokes and sobs, she opened her mouth. After making a few swallowing motions, she finally squeezed out a sentence. “Why not… why not we just call things off.”

She knew that they could not go back to what it was.

That fissure between them was like a chasm, standing between them. No matter how hard she tried, it was impossible for her to cross it.