Our Love-Hate, Mutual Pain
Language: en
Seraphina saved my life three times, so I gave her three chances to break my heart. The first was our wedding day. She arrived with bruises on her neck. I acted like I didn’t see them. The second, she was photographed meeting a lounge singer. I smashed my car’s headlights, slapped her until she bled, and demanded a divorce before losing myself in a club until dawn. Seraphina heard and tore the club apart, then live-streamed a tearful apology and declared her love to the world, swearing she’d be a devoted wife. My family, fearing damage to our corporate alliance, pressured me to forgive…