"Husband?" He squatted down, picked up my hair and stared at me maliciously. "Your husband's name is Samuel. In the video, didn't you call your husband happily?” Brent smirked evilly.
“Delia, you don't really think that if I marry you, you will really become my woman. Don't forget, we are not registered. I'm curious about where you will be buried when you die in the future. You can’t be buried with the same ground as Samuel. Now, your own daughter hates your roots. We, the Brennan family, naturally don't want your second-hand goods that can't even lay eggs. Gee, I pity you, old woman."
He threw me away, then kicked me with his feet, clapped his hands, and left with a cold face. As I lay on the ground, I remembered Samuel's tenderness to me in previous years. Samuel didn’t even beat me, he didn't even scold me. My face was buried in my arm, all I could do was just to cry. Sure enough, you can't live peacefully if you commit immorality.
Rashad's POV