Chapter 182 Did you tell her the time? Part1

I wasn't just upset; I was deeply repulsed.

It's not that I have a Madonna-whore complex, but the thought of Betty cheating after remarrying, especially with my own son, churned my stomach in indescribable ways.

Whenever Betty came near, vivid images of her and Michael, entwined naked and rolling around together, invaded my mind, sparking intense disgust.

Her touch tightened my skin in revulsion.

Initially, I relegated myself to the couch, but every morning, I'd find Betty asleep on the floor beside it.

Her persistence led to a severe cold, and reluctantly, I returned to our shared bed, determined to avoid any physical contact.

She seemed like a hedgehog, bristling at my slightest touch.

Despite this, Betty cared for me without complaint, always trying to start conversations to bridge the gap between us.

I could feel her efforts and the strain it put on her, realizing she felt my aversion.

Despite my resolve to reconcile, her touch still couldn't comfort me.