I had cut ties with my family for him, so I had no way out. I wasn't willing to leave, but I didn't have the courage either, so I caved.
If this were an online forum, I'd be a classic example of a woman criticized for being too lovesick.
...
After a night of nightmares in the guest room, I woke up with a splitting headache.
"Sorry about last night, babe. I had a bit to drink."
While making breakfast, a pair of large hands suddenly wrapped around me from behind.
The hug that used to make my heart race now made me feel nothing but a little nauseous.
"I'm making porridge. It's hot, so don't mess around."
Without changing my expression, I brushed him off and went to grab a plate.
"Well, you haven't been home lately. Where've you been?"
Easton's complaint seemed casual, but I felt an eerie sense of danger.
It felt like if I said the wrong thing, he'd pounce on me and tear me apart.
I was actually a little scared of him now, even though he'd never really laid a hand on me.
I smiled and said, "Where could I have gone? I'm unemployed, so I went shopping with Mary in Vewell. Mmph..."
Before I could finish, he abruptly kissed me.
His expert kissing skills, sharp nose, and handsome profile were flawless. No wonder women always flocked to him.
Ugh, so much energy first thing in the morning.
I hadn't been this close to him in ages, and I couldn't handle such an intense "play."
"Mmph!"
This time, I couldn't hold it in. I threw up.
Easton looked down at the mess on his collar, his expression dark.
I didn't bother to explain, rushing to the bathroom and locking the door behind me.
As I vomited endlessly, silent tears streamed down my face. I cursed that jerk outside in my heart.
"Why couldn't it be you who dies?"
After venting, I felt self-pity, thinking I was just pathetic and deserved to be treated poorly.
If I couldn't give up the material things, I had to sacrifice myself.
I wiped my mouth and opened the door to find Easton standing there, frowning. "Is your stomach acting up again?" he asked.
I was surprised he remembered my old condition, caused by all the business dinners and drinking I did with him back then.
I smiled and said, "I've eaten too much spicy food lately. I'll eat something light at Mom's in a few days."
"Has Mom found another remedy?"
Easton frowned, then impatiently pulled me into his arms. I could feel his Adam's apple move against my ear.