The Diary Of My Dead Wife

Chapter 28: Did He Sleep With You? 

Zac had also sought out his psychiatrist since then, who had prescribed him some sedatives based on his symptoms.

However, rather than restraining his increasingly heavy emotions, these drugs weakened him and brought his spirit to the brink of collapse.

He felt as if there was a devil living in his heart, constantly yearning for chaos and destruction.

He felt that that little devil was all over the place, and he needed all of his willpower to keep himself in check.

He was particularly concerned that if he displayed any tyranny in front of Sophie she would be afraid of him and avoid him.

He tried to use overtime as an excuse and purposefully did not go home in order to avoid and not hurt her, but what he didn't expect was Sophie’s complete reliance on him.

She was like a mischievous little princess who wished for her parents to accompany her.

She was sensitive to noticing something was wrong, so she simply refused to eat and went on a hunger strike.

As a last resort, he decided to appear in front of her.

Even though he was depressed and in pain, he couldn't bear the thought that she would go on a hunger-strike because of him.

Sophie's little face welled up with tears the moment he showed up.

She was not mad or was pointing the finger at him.

She was just clinging to him, as if she was afraid he would vanish in the blink of an eye.

She held his hand tightly and refused to let go, even when she was sleeping.

Zac's heart felt both euphoric and complicated as a result of this.

He seemed to grow fonder of this little girl.

She could drive him insane with love, whether she was good or bad.

She was like a divine robbery, and he would never be able to escape in this life.

The night was hazy and enigmatic.

A man pressed his body beneath a woman's white and delicately charming body.

Her eyes were teary.

She lightly bit her red lips, and her throat was bursting at the seams with an uncontrollable melody. This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

Zac's body tensed slightly, and an unfathomable rage overcame him, prompting him to tear up the picture in front of him.

Although he couldn't see the woman's and man's faces clearly.

The man's movements became more and more pronounced.

When he turned over, he saw a man and a woman vigorously thrusting at each other.

He could see their faces clearly now.

It was and Tristan.

‘Damn it! Zac awoke in his sleep with crimson bloodshot eyes.

He was chasing his breath and his body was dripping with sweat when he woke up.

"Zac, what's the matter?" she asked in a daze, as she had not fully awakened.

Zac suddenly rolled over, pressed against her, and grabbed her neck with one hand.

What Zac did jolted her system.

She couldn't stop coughing.

"Sophie, there is one thing I have always forgotten to ask you.Did you and Tristan have sex?"

"What?"

She had no idea what he meant.

"Did you sleep with him?"

His rage was uncontrollable as long as he recalled the image from his dream.

The jealousy he felt was uncontainable, making him want to rip the little woman who had betrayed him to shreds.

If it were a more sober and rational time, he would not have asked such questions, nor would he have considered them.

He'd be happy as long as she could return to his arms.

But, on this silent night, while under the control of an inexplicable tyrannical emotion, he had a dream that drove him insane, and all negative emotions, like flash floods, could no longer be suppressed and

burst forth all at once.