The Cruel Relationship

"THE DAMN CRAZY WOMAN WHO ALWAYS BRINGS SHIT!  YOU'RE VOMITING IN MY EXPENSIVE SUIT!"  Alexandre yelled thunderously in front of Clara's already very helpless face. The pressure from Alexandre made Clara so stressed that she was at the height of her depression. Alexandre was still glaring maliciously at Clara who was almost sprawled again on her bed. 

"Oh... please, Alexandre. I can't take it anymore," Clara said through tears. Her face and signs were disheveled. Her eyes were also swollen. Alexandre suddenly felt pity before he almost threw up from remembering his dirty suit. Alexandre immediately took off his suit jacket and folded it then put it in the laundry basket next to Clara's bed.

"Wake up now, damn woman. We'll have lunch together!" snapped Alexandre. The man was really heartless at all. Clara limped off trying to reach Alexandre's feet. Alexandre ruthlessly flapped Clara's face with her leather shoes. 

"You want to dirty my expensive shoes?" asked Alexandre coldly. 

"Please... Alexandre. Whatever you want I'll do. But please let me go. I can't you torture like this continuously. It... it hurts so much." Clara sobbed. The woman felt that her head was very dizzy. Clara bit her lips with all her might for the pain in the heart to just pass to her body. Clara bit her lip until it bled. The woman did self harm, trying to hurt herself to forget the sadness she was experiencing. Alexandre saw Clara who was so tormented on her bed. Compassion ran through Alexandre's heart but he quickly dismissed it and reminded himself that Clara was a woman he hated and didn't deserve his mercy at all.

"You must be acting like this for me to let you go. Don't expect me to be able to be consumed by your gimmicks, stupid woman!" Alexandre said sarcastically at Clara. 

Clara's cries broke out. He can't continue to exist in this kind of position. What Alexandre did to her was very cruel. The man suppressed Clara's mentality and depressed her. Alexandre was like putting Clara on an ember that burned slowly and made the woman die slowly from extreme pain.

"I swear... Alexandre. Let me go right now and I'll do whatever it takes for you," Clara said.

"I won't let you go. You're my future wife. I don't want to disappoint papa and mama who already expect a lot in our relationship." Alexandre turned away and left Clara who was already out of strength. Clara collapsed after Alexandre's talk. Alexandre then said without looking back and saw that Clara had passed out. 

"I'm waiting for you to get ready for lunch. There is no excuse or rejection unless you die." cruelly Alexandre said that to Clara who had already lost consciousness. But Alexandre, who didn't look back, didn't know at all that Clara was already unconscious. Alexandre closed the door to Clara's room. The man was disgusted by the incident he had experienced just now. Clara was very stinky and made Alexandre want to vomit.

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Clara was still unconscious. The body temperature is very high. Clara chimed in. She dreamed about his happy childhood life. Clara dreamed of seeing herself in the past. It was herself who left her with all kinds of sadness and slump. 

"I want to go back... become a child. Being an adult hurts once." Clara sobbed in her sleep. 

Clara's bedroom door opened but the girl was still dreaming. Alexandre almost yelled at Clara but she gave up her intentions when she saw Clara who was crying in her dream. 

"I want to go back...." 

"I can't stand it anymore...."

"It hurts so much...."

The soft sentences that came out of Clara's mouth made Alexandre fixated. He saw how pale the face of the woman in front of him was. Clara's bleeding lips also turned blue. Alexandre braced her heart and tried to force Clara to wake up. But when her hand touched Clara's skin, Alexandre was surprised because Clara's body temperature was so hot.

"Clara...." Alexandre patted Clara on the cheek. Clara still didn't wake up. The panicked Alexandre immediately picked up Clara and took her to the hospital. 

In the lobby of the hospital, the panicked Alexandre couldn't help himself. he immediately told her mama's papa about what happened to Clara. 

The doctor who examined Clara came out. Alexandre immediately strafed a lot of questions. 

"Is she okay? What is the condition now? Will she survive?"

"Your girlfriend is fine, sir. We only gave her antidepressant and fever-reducing drugs. He was sick from being too stressed and under a lot of pressure. I hope you can pay attention to her lifestyle from now on," said the bespectacled doctor. Alexandre nodded. There was a sense of guilt in his heart. It was because of her that Clara became like this. Alexandre remembered how much Clara had pleaded very strongly for Alexandre to let her go and not insist on being his wife. Alexandre felt very cruel. The man could only face Clara who was quietly asleep. His right hand was given an IV by the doctor. Alexandre sighed. The man then sat down next to Clara. 

"I'm sorry," Alexandre whispered. Clara didn't answer. Alexandroefelt sorry for being too hard with Clara all along. The man thought that Clara liked him and seized the opportunity. In fact Clara really sacrificed herself for the sake of her father. 

Alexandre took Clara's hand and kissed her. The man felt a strange tremor in his chest as his lips pecked the back of Clara's hand. Alexandre's gaze shifted to Clara's face and he subconsciously got up then pecked Clara's forehead. Which demon whispered to Alexandre so that the man almost pecked Clara's lips.

"Oh shit! Stop Alexandre. You've gone crazy." Alexandre was aware of his carelessness. 

'You just feel sorry for him. You have no feelings for this woman at all. This throbbing is just a wrath of pity. You're sorry because you're the one who made him sick like this.'

Alexandre tried to deny his feelings. The man finally distanced himself from Clara's body. 

Alexandre felt confused about himself. He wanted to stay away from Clara but his body seemed unwilling to move to leave the woman. Alexandre then decided to sit back next to Clara. He promised to take care of the woman all the time until she came to her senses. Alexandre no longer knew how to atone for the sins he had committed.

Alexandre stared at the white floor of the hospital. The floor was completely cold to the point that it could freeze the person sleeping on it. Ah, maybe at least that floor can cramp anyone who sticks directly with it without a bottom.

'Am I as cold as this tiled floor?' asked Alexandre to himself.

'I thought I wasn't this cruel. I'm just trying to teach the woman a lesson so that she knows herself. But, why did it end like this?'

Alexandre tried to find justification for what had befallen him. Alexandre once again looked at Clara and the feeling of regret stabbed her in the chest.