Wife's Affair Broke Her Body and Soul

In the fifth year of my marriage, I've done something incredibly stupid.

I've cast out Monica Jackson's favorite boytoy, Billy Greenwood, out of the country in hopes that she will return to my side willingly.

But when Monica finds out about Billy's disappearance, she chooses to not say anything. Instead, she forces my family into bankruptcy overnight. My father is forced to kneel before her, whereas my mom's hair has turned gray.

Now, Monica stands before me with a stormy look as she gets ready to beat me up.

"It's my fault for being far too nice to you, Julian. You've completely forgotten your place because of that. Now, it's your turn to have a taste of what it feels like to suffer to the point of craving death."

Julian's POV

When my wife, Monica Jackson, said those words, I finally raised my head to look at her.

We'd dated for four years and been married for five. We'd shared the best years of our youth. I never expected that things between us would end up like this.

I curled my lips into a bitter smile. But Monica, acting as if she didn't see it, asked darkly, "I'll give you one last chance. Where is Billy?"

I wanted to sneer at her. But my one moment of willfulness had already dragged my entire family down with me.

"Let my parents go, and I'll tell you."

Monica nodded. She walked toward me slowly, and before I could react, she grabbed me by the neck, forcing me to lower my head and look at her.

"Julian Hargitay, don't take my patience for granted. It's only a matter of time before I find Billy. Who do you think you are to bargain with me?"

The crushing pressure made me gag instinctively. My face turned red, and the veins on my neck bulged. I gritted my teeth, and the sudden wave of fear and despair made my blood run cold…

Even so, I used every last bit of my strength to shout, my voice hoarse, "And so you made my father get down on his knees to beg you? That's my dad!"

Monica merely continued gripping my neck expressionlessly. Her hold was shockingly strong.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I stared into her dark, almost mad eyes. I didn't doubt for a second that she would strangle me to death for another man.

Just as I was about to pass out from lack of oxygen, she finally pulled her hand away.

I gasped violently, my body trembling with lingering fear as I slumped onto the couch.

In that instant, countless memories flashed through my mind. I couldn't hold it in any longer, and tears fell from my eyes. I was crying for the past that we could never return to, for this hopeless marriage, and most of all, for the pathetic person I had become.

Monica stood before me coldly, completely unmoved. She didn't even let me catch my breath before she