Chapter 3

　　“Luke, I'm hungry." 　　In the quiet living room, Xia's voice could be heard clearly on the other side of the phone. Her voice was very nice, with the softness of a southern woman. But in her ears, it was like a nightmare. 　　It has been five years since the day she married Luke, but Xia always phone him anytime. Whether he's eating or sleeping or even when they're having sex, this abrupt ringtone will always ring and stop everything. 　　Whenever Luke answers Xia's phone call, she feels pain all over her body. While lying on the cold marble floor twitching, she still can’t stop Luke from listening patiently and carefully to every word that Xia says. 　　Tears finally came out of her eyes. Even if she closed her eyes, she still couldn't stop the tears from sliding across her cold cheeks. 　　"What do you want to eat? Sushi or hotpot? I heard that a recently opened Japanese sushi restaurant is good." 　　Contrary to the icy feeling when he talks to her, Luke's voice was soft at this moment. 　　"As long as you stay with me, you can actually eat anything." 　　"Okay, I'll go to you now." 　　Luke hung up the phone and got up to leave. 　　Sam, who had finally recovered some light in front of her eyes, held onto his sleeve as her fingertips turned white because of the force. 　　"Let go! Don't you know that you will only make me sicker even more?!"Luke shook off the hand hanging on his sleeves. 　　But unexpectedly, that hand fumbled and tightened his sleeve again. 　　"Luke, I'll ask you again, don't you really love me? Not a single bit?" 　　On the cold marble floor, Sam struggled to sit up, raised her face and searched for his position with eyes that could only feel the light for the time being. 　　However, before she could find him, her chin was clenched and then Luke's voice sounded colder than the marble under her. 　　"Sam, I said the last time, I love Xia; that Xia who you wanted to kill with your own hands!" 　　It's enough. 　　In fact, she should have known this answer a long time ago, right? 　　Following his voice, she turned her face as her heart was so painful that she could hardly breathe, but she smiled softly at him saying, "Luke, let's get a divorce." 　　Divorce? 　　When he heard these words, he was stunned. But soon, he also smiled as his cold eyes narrowed slightly and the fingers pinched on her chin became harder. 　　"In your dream!", he said. 　　" But Why?" 　　Sam doesn't understand. Didn't he say he loves Xia? Didn't he say that he hates her? Why now that she finally wants to let go of him he doesn't want to? 　　Luke squeezed her chin with the strength of wishing to choke her to death and ignoring her frowning eyebrows because of the pain. 　　"Now that I'm in pain and you want to get a divorce? You should have thought that when your father forced me to marry you. Why didn't you think about that before? Why now? Sam, I'm telling you now that this is just the beginning of your pain. I want to let you have the title of Mrs. Johnson for the rest of your life! I want you to die for the rest of your life!! 　　" Shaking off her chin, Luke walked to the table, opened his briefcase and smashed the stack of documents and photos at Sam. 　　Sam, whose eyes were finally able to see things vaguely, picked up the photos scattered around and picked them up. All of them were her. Some of them entered the law firm and some of them were sitting in Ericka’s office. 　　She came out of the law firm lifting her head as her voice trembled, "Luke, what is this? Are you looking for a private detective to follow me?" 　　Does he know all about it? 　　She got up from the ground nervously, stumbling and ran to Luke. But before she could stand still, she was pushed away mercilessly by him. 　　"Go away! Don't come near me!" 　　"What--!" 　　Sam was pushed down on the coffee table again and the broken side of the coffee table hit the ground along with her. The broken glass plunged into her skin and cut her cheeks. 　　Luke didn't expect that she would smash the coffee table, so he stepped to walk over to check. But when she saw that she was struggling again and wanted to get up and pounced on herself again, he stopped. 　　Sure enough. This woman can't even take her life as a base. It's really disgusting! 　　The hostility surged and Luke smiled coldly, "If I didn't hire a private investigator, I really didn't expect Mrs. Johnson to have such a hand. First, you went to the lawyer's office to transfer the property and then ran to me pitifully, pretending to be selfless. Now, you wanted a divorce." 　　No, it’s not like that. I didn’t... ", she said. 　　"Sam, you are not only cheap, but you also make me nauseous! 　　" Boom--! 　　The door was opened and slammed heavily, and the living room was finally quiet again. 　　The blood dyed the clothes red one by one. Sam looked at the closed door and she was stunned for a while before she slowly closed her eyes that had already been painful. 　　She wanted to laugh, because it seemed that he didn't know that she was going to die. But in the end, she burst into tears, because she could see that he wanted to see her die so much.