“Darling, no matter what, I will always support you. Bruce isn’t treating you right. Let’s swap him off, shall we?”
“Mmh. Okay,” I replied with a catch in my throat.
At midnight, Bruce woke me up and handed me a glass of milk to drink. This had been his routine every day.
I reached out my hand when he suddenly grabbed it.
“Nancy, why is your hand injured? Did you go out today? It’s all my fault for not protecting you. Don’t worry. Once we get married, I’ll always be by your side.”
When he saw my body trembling, he held me by the shoulder in reassurance. He placed the glass of milk in my mouth. “Good girl. Drink up and head back to bed.”
Bruce had told me more than once about how me drinking milk obediently would give him a sense of a happy home. Even if I never liked to, I would do it for him.
This time, the moment he left, I spat the milk out.
