Chapter 9 Two-faced Elodie
Henry didn't get mad; he just laughed. Leaning in close to Grace, he whispered like a lover, "Who'd want to buy you? In Evergreen City, you're Mrs. Montague. Who'd dare take you? And could you even stand being touched by someone else? Men buy women to satisfy their desires, just like our wedding night. Remember how much it hurt? Have you forgotten?"
Grace looked worn out. How could she forget? On their wedding night, Henry was brutal, taking out his anger on her. That night, Grace was nearly broken by him. Her first time was a mix of pain and twisted pleasure.
Henry knew when to stop. Letting her go, he gently stroked her face. "Come back and be Mrs. Montague. We'll be just like before."
Grace's slender neck tensed. Then she noticed a brand-new, shiny violin on the bookshelf across from her. She remembered the news about Mr. Montague of the Montague Group spending $20 million on a violin to make a beauty smile. So, it was this one.
She smiled and thought, 'Just like before?' Just like before, being Henry's plaything in bed, serving and pleasing him every day without any care or respect, even his secretary Celeste disrespecting her. Just like before, sharing her husband with others?
She didn't want that past or that Henry!
Grace's smile faded. She spoke clearly, "Find someone else to be Mrs. Montague!"
She turned to leave, but Henry grabbed her. He held her slender waist, his handsome face close to her ear, his scent making her body tremble slightly.
Henry sneered, his hand moving over her thin body, heading towards her chest and groin. Grace tilted her head slightly, her legs in high heels trembling uncontrollably.
Henry knew her body too well. If he was in a good mood and wanted to please himself, she’d be as sensitive as a cat in heat. Just like now!
Henry pressed against her slender back, his hands teasing, his mouth relentless, "Divorce? Who'll satisfy you after the divorce? You're so lustful! How can an ordinary man satisfy you, huh?"
Grace felt ashamed and struggled desperately. Others might not know, but after being Mrs. Montague for three years, she knew best. Henry seemed like a refined businessman outside, but in bed, he was rough and crude. He loved making her cry and scream during sex. Sometimes, Grace thought he had a psychological problem, enjoying torturing women.
Henry pushed too far. Grace snapped and slapped him.
The room went dead silent. It was the first time Grace had ever hit him, and probably the first time the high-and-mighty Henry had been slapped by any woman, especially his once obedient wife.
Henry's temper flared, and he quickly turned icy. The passion vanished in an instant, like it had never been there. He grabbed her chin, leaned in close, and his voice was cold enough to freeze. "Impressive! You can hit now? You really want to divorce me?"
"Grace, three years ago, you schemed to marry me. Now, three years later, you're scheming to leave me! Do you think the Montague family is a place you can come and go as you please? Or that I, Henry, have a good temper and can be easily manipulated?"
Grace paused, her whole body trembling. Finally, Henry showed his true colors. He despised Grace, the Windsor family, and even Oliver. He resented the accident that had led to their marriage.
In their bed, he took pleasure in tormenting Grace, relishing her tears. When the Windsor family faced hardship, even though he could help, Henry chose to stand idly by.
Grace chose not to dwell on the past anymore; it meant nothing to her now. While she had once loved him, all she wanted now was to stay far away from him.
Grace's lips trembled as she said, "Henry, I was a fool to love you! I don't love you anymore."
Never again.
She started fixing her disheveled clothes. Her silk shirt had several buttons torn off, her skirt was hiked up to her thighs, and her sheer stockings were rolled down to her knees. She looked a mess.
Henry, on the other hand, was still impeccably dressed, with only a small stain on his dark trousers, adding a touch of lasciviousness. Grace's hands shook uncontrollably, making it hard for her to grasp the small, delicate buttons.
Henry just stood there, watching, with no intention of helping. After what felt like forever, Grace finally fixed her clothes. She glanced up at Henry, who returned her gaze with a deep, unreadable expression. But Grace had no desire to figure it out. Her voice carried a hint of despair. "Henry, I'm truly exhausted. Let's part amicably."
She opened the door and walked out. This time, Henry didn't stop her. He just stood there, watching Grace's retreating figure. After a long time, he smiled coldly.
Divorced couples usually ended in mutual destruction. There was no such thing as parting on good terms!
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