"Aron, am I beautiful?"
"Beautiful, like a beauty!"
"You are making fun of me."
"Well, in my eyes, you are the most beautiful!"
"Really?"
"When did I tell a lie?"
In the dark bedroom, Yolande lay on the bed, not sleepy at all. She stared at the dark ceiling with her eyes wide open.
The night was very quiet. It was inevitable to make people feel sad in a quiet night. The past that she hadn't remembered in the day quietly crept over and occupied the memory of the night.
Such a sleepless night inevitably reminded her of the past. Memories emerged, and there were thousands of deaths. Those past things were not forgotten as time went by. At a certain moment, these memories of sealing appeared, making people feel uncomfortable from time to time.
Huh, Aron said that he would love her all his life. It turned out that promises were all lies!
In the darkness, tears welled up in her eyes and sadness surged in her heart. Three years ago, when she was humiliated as a slut and was regarded as a bitch by Aron, Yolande felt very sad.
"Yolande, don't you think you are a bitch?"
"Well, it turns out that you have been pretending to be innocent and kind by my side for so many years. Why do you show your true color now?"
Aron didn't allow her to explain. Of course, Yolande knew that in fact, no more explanation was useless.
In this world, there was nothing sadder than being treated as a bitch by the man he loved most.
The clock was ticking. Lying on the bed, Yolande turned around but couldn't fall asleep. She couldn't stop thinking.
She clearly remembered the scenes when Aron insulted her, the sweet time when they were in love, and the scene when she sighed. Yolande was very sad.
When they were in college, they were a couple envied by their classmates, and Bray also doted on her.
Yolande thought that they graduated from college and then got married. About the same time, they had a chubby baby. Hand in hand, they strolled in the sunset, stepping on every street they wanted to go. Life was elegant and calm, and they loved each other in their hearts. They would never leave each other. They would raise their children and grow up slowly.
Old age: they sat on rocking chairs and looked at the bright moon in the sky. Recalling the past when they were young, they were still grateful for each other's company. When I was old and weak, there were only wrinkles and weak body left. I was still grateful for what I had met before.
She sighed slightly and felt a pang of pain in her heart. At the thought of this, she saw the determination and arrogance in Aron's eyes.
"Yolande, do you know you are dirty?"
"You won't divorce me? Well, don't regret it in the future. " He glanced at her with contempt.
She had been Mrs. Sunny for three years, and her heart was as dead as ashes. If she hadn't been supported by the emotion with Aron for more than 10 years, she really didn't know what Yolande would have become.
In the darkness, Yolande turned over and covered the quilt with her chest. Her soft hair was covered on the soft pillow.
"Yolande, from now on, you are my woman!" The man stared at her domineeringly.
"No, no, no. Mr. Aron, our marriage is a deal."
Her mind was in a mess. Sometimes she saw the cold and arrogant face of Aron, and then the face of Austin.
She... What happened?
"Honey, have some."
Aron sat on the sofa in the living room and smoked. The curling smoke drew a circle in the air and slowly dissipated.
The living room was quiet. Aron's face was gloomy. He hadn't talked much since he entered the room. She was smoking and drinking coffee unhappily.
Wearing a low cut nightdress, Sunny stood not far away, frowning and looking at her husband, Aron.
She walked to Aron and sat down, holding his shoulder with her arm. The warm breath fell on his face.
"I've already been in the company. You can go and eat." Said Aron.
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