Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?



In an attempt to escape, Rebecca stumbled backward, falling to the ground.

"Dirty hands?" Eddy was instantly enraged, his smile twisted, "You think I'm filthy? You, of all people, think you can judge me?"

He advanced step by step, hoisting Rebecca up from the floor.

"Think I'm dirty? Won't let me touch you? Rebecca, it seems I've been far too lenient with you over the years!"

With one arm, he scooped Rebecca up.

"Ah!"

As she was lifted into the air, Rebecca was consumed by fear. "What are you doing?"

"What am I doing?" Eddy sneered, "You'll find out soon enough!"

He carried her upstairs, kicked open the door, and threw Rebecca onto the bed with force.

"Hmph!" With a sinister smile, he loomed over Rebecca.

"You know, after all these years, did you ever wonder why I never slept with you?"

Rebecca's eyes widened; she knew. Initially, she thought he was grappling with some moral dilemma...

But then, she realized, he thought she was beneath him!

"Rebecca, I might be 'dirty,' but you're no saint either!"

Eddy tore open his shirt, reaching for Rebecca, "How does it feel, living like a nun all these years? Do you want me?"

What did he mean by that?

Before Rebecca could grasp the situation...

Rip! The sound of fabric tearing accompanied the chilling sensation on her shoulders as Eddy ripped her clothes apart!

His hand then covered her shoulder, "Trying to run, huh? Think if I touch you, you won't run away anymore? Well, I'll grant your wish!"

"No!"

In Rebecca's horrified eyes, Eddy's madness was reflected.

Eddy's kiss descended, and Rebecca screamed and struggled, but he restrained her arms and legs.

What could she do?

Yes, he was her husband, but this was humiliation!

Rebecca freed one arm, reaching for the alarm clock on the nightstand... if it was still there.

It was!

Clutching it tightly, Rebecca swung it at Eddy!

"Ah!" Eddy cried out in pain, clutching at his forehead.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

Rebecca hadn't hit her mark. The clock grazed Eddy's forehead, drawing blood, but it wasn't severe.

Touching the blood, Eddy's fury intensified, and he raised his fist toward Rebecca.

"You wretch! Dare to hit me? Didn't

get enough last time, huh? Blinded wasn't enough for you? Now you want broken bones? Fine, Koblige!"

"Ah!"

As his fist descended, Eddy reached to tear off her pants.

"No, please..." Rebecca was battered and barely clothed, and the assault continued.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang!

"Who's that?" Annoyed, Eddy stopped, frustrated by the interruption.

However, the doorbell persisted, forcing Eddy to halt his assault and kick Rebecca before turning to answer the door.

Just as he reached the foyer, the door burst open from the outside.

Sawyer was at the forefront, commanding as he saw Eddy, "Grab him!"

"Got it!"

Before Eddy could react, he was pinned against the wall. "Who are you people? What do you want?"

Sawyer ignored him, stepping aside as Francis entered, limping with his cane, his face stern as he headed upstairs.

The

open, and faint crying could be.

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heard. Francis, with a furrowed

, stepped inside.

"Whimper..."

Following the sound, he found Rebecca in a corner of the bed, covered with barely more than a sheet.

Instinctively, Francis averted his eyes, shouting to those outside, "Stay back, all of you!"

After struggling to maintain his

celine

composure, he tossed aside cane slowly squatting to face Rebecca with a gentle demeanor.