Pampered by My Secret Husband

Her voice was already hoarse, raspy with harsh intent and lingering hatred.

William Guillen stood with his hands hanging down, unable to argue back; she had never wronged him.

Never.

All along, he had been the one bullying her.

”William Guillen, I admit, chasing after you shamelessly for eight years was my fault. It was my delusion, my selfishness, my disregard for your feelings. If you hate me, you could have just told me. I apologize to you. I’m wrong, I, Fluffy Zane, am wrong... The biggest mistake I made in this life was falling for you, William Guillen. I also admit, trying to repay kindness with gratitude was my mistake. If you disagreed, you could have rejected me outright, just like countless times before. Why give me hope, and why use such filthy means to shatter all my illusions?”

Each word of self-mockery, each accusation, William Guillen heard and felt as if struck by lightning.

Color drained from his face, his thin lips parted, wanting to say something, but Fluffy Zane coldly interrupted him, ”William Guillen, never appear in my life again. I don’t know if I can control myself from killing you!”

Her figure disappeared from sight.

William Guillen hung his head low, and no one could see his expression, unsure if he was happy or sad.

Harrison Moore got up from the ground, nonchalantly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and raised his hand to pat William Guillen’s shoulder: ”Young Master Guillen, she’s already gone, no need to act. The person was given to me by you, if you’re regretting, just say it bluntly, there’s no need to resort to violence.”

”Shut the fuck up!”

William Guillen went mad, pinning him to the ground, punching and kicking, his eyes red, hitting as if to kill.

Mrs. Zane was still making breakfast, and upon hearing the chaotic footsteps, didn’t even have time to put down the spoon before walking out of the kitchen.

”Fluffy, you’ve returned...” Just as she spoke, Mrs. Zane was so shocked by the scene in front of her that she dropped the spoon with a clang.

She ran over in panic and heartbreak, supporting the staggering Fluffy Zane, ”Fluffy, Fluffy, what happened? Fluffy, tell mom, what exactly happened?”

Fluffy Zane, with her last breath, returned home, and upon seeing Mrs. Zane, the injustice and despair in her heart came crashing like a mountain.

She hugged Mrs. Zane, wailing and crying her heart out.

Mrs. Zane was terrified, seeing the marks on her and the torn formal dress.

No need to think hard, she knew what had happened.

”Fluffy, mom’s here, mom’s with you, don’t cry, don’t cry my daughter...”

Returning to the bedroom, Fluffy Zane rushed to the bath chamber first, turned on the showerhead, allowing the torrent of water to pour down on her.

Although she was drunk last night, she wasn’t completely blacked out; she clearly remembered that man’s disgusting hands roaming her body, that filthy body invading hers...

She repeatedly scrubbed her body forcefully, her skin reddened by the hot water, yet she felt it wasn’t enough, continuously scratching at the kiss-marked skin.

She went mad, clawing until her skin broke, letting the blood flow freely...

She clenched her hand into a fist, pounding the wall hard, ”Why...”

Her head kept banging against the hard wall, and she howled in pain: ”Why treat me like this... What did I do wrong?”

Mrs. Zane, worried about her, called a doctor to examine her.

Unfortunately, the incident had already happened.