Chapter 186 She Wanted to Tear Him Apart!
Six years ago, on March 27th, was the day she fell into the abyss!
That day, she went to the airport to pick up her husband. However, chaos erupted at the airport, and she was dragged into a dark lounge by Eric, where she spent three hours in utter despair!
Eric ignored her resistance and desperate pleas, leaving behind a few empty promises before tearing off her clothes...
That day, he was like a mad dog, a hungry wolf, a lion—domineering and insane!
He grabbed her waist from behind, pressed her to the floor, and had sex with her over and over again, bullying her completely!
Every inch of her skin was tainted by him!
Because it was her first time, the pain of being forcibly entered was unforgettable! She would never forget it for the rest of her life!
The past was unbearable to recall. Isabella trembled all over, her nails almost digging into the tender flesh of her palms!
She really wanted to tear him apart!
Frederick saw the anger and resentment in her eyes and became more certain it was her.
He was also trembling, his emotions no less intense than Isabella's!
He placed his hands on Isabella's shoulders, bent down to look her in the eye, his eyes red, asking, "It was you, wasn't it? You tried to take off my clothes repeatedly, not to take nude photos to sell, but just to see if there were bite marks on my shoulder, right?
From the first time we met, you wanted me to take off my clothes. Actually, you recognized me that day and wanted me to take off my clothes to further confirm the bite marks!
The day before yesterday at the hospital, you knocked me out and must have seen the bite marks and confirmed my identity. You just didn't want to admit it, right?
You resent me, hate me, and don't want to see me again, right?"
'Yes! I do resent you! I do hate you! I never want to see you again in this life!' Isabella angrily responded to him in her heart, her lips trembling so much that she couldn't make a sound.
Frederick seemed to see the answer in her emotions. He felt sad, guilty, and full of remorse.
"I'm sorry!" He said.
Isabella's tears immediately flowed out.
Can a single "sorry" make up for all the sins he committed?
She had resisted so strongly that day! She had told him she didn't want it, that she wasn't willing! He still forcibly took her!
No matter what reasons he had, from her perspective, he was a scoundrel! A beast! A rapist!
It was because of him that she was labeled with the mark of marital infidelity, subjected to humiliation, ridicule, and condemnation!
Terms like 'shameless' and 'indiscreet' were kinder words in comparison!
Many people called her a slut, a whore, and a lowlife!
Yet she had been well-mannered and kind since childhood, and very conservative.
From middle school to college, she had received countless love letters, but she only wanted to change her fate through studying, diving into the ocean of knowledge, and never had much contact with the opposite sex, let alone any indiscreet behavior!
Because of him, her life's trajectory was completely changed! Eric almost ruined her entire life!
So, compared to the harm he caused her, what does a single "sorry" count for?
Isabella, with red eyes, forcefully sniffed back her tears and slapped his hand away, uttering, "Don't touch me!"
Frederick was stunned,
Isabella continued to argue, "It's been so long, how could I remember! I've forgotten everything that happened that day!"
For the sake of her three children, she would never admit it until the last moment!
Frederick's voice trembled, asking, "If you've forgotten, then why are you crying?"
"I'm not crying!"
Isabella stubbornly raised her little face to refute, but the tears kept flowing!
Some matters cannot be easily dismissed just because she wishes to view them lightly.
Although her resentment had been eased by her children, when the culprit stood in front of her, reopening her wounds and talking about these things, she couldn't control her emotions!
She didn't want to cry over this anymore, but she couldn't help it. The tears were like a flood breaking through a dam, uncontrollable.
Frederick's heart ached, trembling with emotion. He raised his hand to wipe her tears.
Isabella slapped his hand away again, uttering, "I said, don't touch me!"
Frederick's hand froze in mid-air, like a child who didn't know what to do.
Isabella roughly wiped her tears and argued again, "I'm crying because you mentioned six years ago, and I suddenly thought of things between me and my husband. It has nothing to do with you!"
Frederick didn't believe her and inquired, "Then tell me, was it you last night?"
"No!"
"Then who left these scratch marks on me?"
Frederick opened his robe to show her clearly.
Isabella breathed heavily, biting her lip as she answered, "It wasn't me!"
Frederick reminded her, "There are bodyguards downstairs. They wouldn't let a stranger into this house. If it wasn't you, it could only be me or Dennis. Do you think I scratched myself? Or Dennis?"
The implication was clear: it couldn't be him or Dennis, so it had to be her!
Faced with the evidence, Isabella couldn't argue anymore and had to admit, "It was me! You tried to molest me when you were drunk, and I had no choice but to scratch you!"
After saying that, Isabella pulled down her collar, revealing the red marks on her neck.
"These are evidence of you molesting me!" she said.
Seeing those red marks, Frederick's emotions became even more intense, his Adam's apple bobbing, as he remarked, "Aren't these marks proof of your identity? I've only ever touched you in my life, and I would never touch another woman! Even if I were drunk, I wouldn't lose control. Only you can arouse me! I wouldn't mistake you for someone else!"
Over the years, many women had tried to get into his bed. Alison had even tried to have sex with him while he was drunk, but the result was that he mistook her for an attacker and broke her arm and leg!
If Elliot hadn't heard the commotion and rushed into the room, Alison would have been completely crippled that day!
So, even if he were drunk, he wouldn't have sex with another woman! His mind was full of her; he would only have sex with her!
It had to be her, no mistake!
Frederick stepped closer to her as he spoke, "The one lying in my arms last night was you, and the one who was my antidote at the airport six years ago was also you!"
Isabella, terrified, denied it immediately, "It wasn't me!"
Frederick pressed on, uttering, "It was you!"
Isabella's back was pressed tightly against the door, and the desperate situation drove her crazy.
She retorted hurriedly, "I said it wasn't me! Don't talk to me, I don't want to hear it! I don't want to hear a single word!"
She covered her ears with her hands, but Frederick kept talking, "My feelings don't lie. The one who shared my bed last night was you! The one who had sex with me at the airport six years ago was you! Why won't you admit it?
What are you afraid of? What are you worried about? Are you afraid I'll hurt you? I won't, I really won't! I will never hurt you again. I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you. Don't leave, stay with the kids, I..."
Isabella raised her hand and slapped him.
His words about "kids" and "the rest of my life" terrified her to the extreme!
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