Chapter 75 He Said, I'm Sorry
When Alexander returned, it was already the middle of the night.
Alexander's grandfather got up for a drink of water and glanced outside when he saw some light. It was still raining outside, so Alexander opened his umbrella when he got out of the car.
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In the master bedroom on the second floor, there was a serene feeling as Alexander pushed open the door.
He closed the door gently upon entering, deliberately lowering the sound of his footsteps. The sound of running water from the bathroom was faint.
Victoria felt like she must be dreaming. Yes, even in her dreams, she longed for his return. However, the next morning when she woke up, she felt herself against a warm chest. Slowly opening her eyes, she saw the familiar pajamas of her so-called husband and quickly retreated.
But even when she looked up, she still saw his face.
Due to her sudden movement, his brow furrowed, and he opened his eyes irritably, "Why are you up so early?"
His voice was hoarse. Victoria immediately sat up, staring at him in disbelief.
"Early? When did you come back? And how did you end up in my bed? D... did I sleep in your arms?"
How could that be possible?
Victoria was about to get out of bed quickly, but before she could uncover the blanket, she was pulled back onto the bed. As she lay her head on the pillow, her vision immediately blurred.
His stern face quickly expanded in front of her, and then everything became unclear.
"I was talking to you."
He looked into her startled eyes.
"Let me go."
Her voice trembled. Was she not allowed to be angry anymore?
He had just gone to see Isabella last night; how could he be in her bed so early in the morning?
She felt humiliated.
"What are you thinking? What do you think I went to see her for last night?" Alexander immediately asked, sensing her distress.
"I don't want to hear about your affairs. Let me go... Let me go."
She began to struggle, flailing her arms and legs. However, a pair of hands quickly restrained her by her ears.
His dark eyes stared coldly at her. "Victoria, I am your husband."
"No, you're not!" She shouted. He wasn't her husband. Her husband wouldn't go out in the middle of the night in the rain to see another woman. Her husband wouldn't make her so miserable.
"How am I not?"
"You just aren't. Let me go!"
Tears streamed down her face. At that moment, she could hardly catch her breath.
"Do you see me?"
Alexander released her wrist, then embraced her soft waist, pinching her chin and kissing her deeply. Her lips hurt, but she continued to protest.
Alexander's hands moved from her waist to her thighs as Victoria struggled harder.
"You are my wife; this is your duty."
"If you do this, I will die."
When he said it was her duty, all she could think was that if he did rape her, she would die to show him how much she hated him.
At least then, she could go see her parents, who loved her unconditionally and never wanted her to suffer.
She refused to continue enduring this humiliation.
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Alexander let her go and slowly moved away from her. Victoria lay there, tears still streaming down her face, but she truly felt relieved.
If the person she had fallen in love with at first sight, forced himself on her, then how poor must her judgment of people be?
She always thought she had good judgment. But this time...
She felt like she had truly misjudged him.
"I'm sorry."
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