Months ago at his wedding, he casually pointed at her, making her a sacrificial pawn, a well-known third party. Jun Hao would always use his power to force her into a corner, mock her with vicious language, and even threaten her family’s safety. Although he would show care through actions when she was hurt, she only interpreted it as him not allowing his property to be damaged. What An Ke could not accept most was his forceful possession of her against her will. She did not cry like other women, but that did not mean she did not care. In the past month, he had used various methods to make her sink into his tenderness. She hated him, but even more, she hated herself for being unable to escape the small fragments of his affection.
Time slipped away, and An Ke couldn’t sleep at all. Having lived for nearly twenty-four years, she had never felt so helpless before. She had cursed the name Jun Hao in her heart countless times, wondering why she was still so disturbed by his smallest actions. Watching him on TV saying, “I love my wife, how could I leave her for an ordinary woman? It’s just a game we play as a couple.” After disappearing for days, he suddenly appeared on TV, apparently busy with something important in his life. An Ke never expected that the man who should have been sleeping next to his wife would now appear in her room. Was it joy? Was it anger? The vulnerability she had never shown in front of others, the forced strength, now crumbled before him. He was actually applying eye drops and trying to coax her to sleep. Should she forget his previous insults because of this seemingly gentle gesture with unknown motives? The words “game,” “toy,” and “ordinary woman” rushed into her mind. An Ke wiped away the last tear from the corner of her eye and firmly told herself: Jun Hao, do you think after hurting me so deeply, I would still be foolish enough to let you play with me?
Unknowingly, the sky had begun to lighten, and urgent knocking broke the morning silence.
