"I want a divorce!"
"You're pregnant and want a divorce? No way!"
A month later, she handed over the medical record about her irregular menses.
"No pregnancy means we are not working hard enough. Want to divorce? No way!"
After ten months of pregnancy, she gave birth to a cute, sweet, and chubby son.
"Not a daughter? You want to divorce? No way!"
"Why is it so difficult to divorce?" Her grief seemed to be beyond tears. "What exactly do you want?"
Who would have thought that Mike Abraham, who was cold-blooded and ruthless, would be so crazy when he doted on a woman?

Pampered by the Demon

The delivery boy carrying a cake knocked on the door.


The man in a nightgown opened the door.


Mike took the bill and signed it, then walked into the restaurant with the cake in his hand.


He was not in a hurry to wake Scarlett up. She seemed to be exhausted.


Mike opened his laptop and sat on the sofa to program without panic.


Scarlett woke up two hours later, stretched and yawned as she came out of the bedroom.


She was so tired that her waist was sore because of annoying Mike.


She was so physically exhausted that she could barely remember what the two of them were arguing about before they went to bed.


She went downstairs and saw the cake and wine on the dining table.


Mike closed his laptop, stood up, hugged her, and gave her a domineering kiss first, then pressed her into a chair.


Scarlett was dizzy from his kiss and pouted in protest with a flushed face.


All Is My Fault