The Day His Demands Broke My Water novel Chapter 2

Hector tightened his grip on my wrist, and the pain made me frown.

Knowing that I would be leaving in three days, I didn't feel the pain anymore.

After Hector left, I took down the wedding photo from the bedroom.

In seven years of marriage, the only thing I shared with Hector was a wedding photo. How laughable.

In the photo, the groom's smile was stiff, and there was a gap between him and the bride.

When we took this wedding photo, we shot it more than ten times.

I heard the photographer joking with the staff.

“Are you taking a wedding photo? The groom's face is all stiff, and when we asked him to get close to the bride, he refused. If you don't want to get married, then don't.”

That was the only photo of Hector and me together, with him smiling.

But Hector didn't like it.

I hung it on the wall, and he would take it down.

I'd put it back up, and eventually, he stopped fighting me.

I took the photo out of the frame, and Hector's voice suddenly sounded from behind me.

“Isn't this the most precious photo? You finally willing to take it down?”

At this time, he usually stays in the arms of his mistress at this hour, rarely coming back.”

Now, he was leaning by the door, smoking a cigar, eyeing me with a sideways glance.

I thought back to our first year of marriage, when I went to a hotel to catch him cheating.

I scratched the face of the mistress.

Hector was the same way, leaning against the door with an indifferent expression.

“Keep catching them. If the third mistress is gone, there will be a fourth…”

I used to fear Hector like this. No matter what I did, he always acted like a bystander, making me look like a clown.

But now, I didn't care.

I ignored him, took a few sets of clothes out of the wardrobe, and placed them in my suitcase.

Hector couldn't stand still any longer. He came over and grabbed my hand.

“Where are you going?”

His voice carried a hint of unnoticeable panic.

The wound on my wrist, which had been bandaged, was now oozing blood.

“I'm in a bad mood. I'm going on a trip with my best friend for a few days.”

Hector finally released my hand.

That evening, Hector moved his bedding back to the bedroom, claiming it was compensation for injuring me.

I threw his quilt and pillows out.

“Go find your canary, I don't need your concern!”