When the nights covered the magnificent dukedom, only the sound of tearing clothes and crazy biting was heard.
“Keep your hips straight. “Why don’t you properly plant my seeds?”
The wife was despised by her husband.
Each time Kyle pictured the images of an innocently smiling face with her promise to be a nice wife in his mind; the more hated he felt for his wife. He even had that feeling for himself as he still let himself get infatuated with her body.
“You must carry the duties as what a decent wife is meant to do, including giving birth to me.”
The wife, on the other hand, who had always submitted all of his desire, ventured to oppose him.
“I don’t want children. What I wanted was to split up with you.”
“Rosalyn, you are my wife, after all.”
The husband changed his mind and didn’t accept their divorce.