Ex-Husband Who Has Gone Mad After Abusing His Wife
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He swiftly snatched the kitchen knife from me, hurling it to a corner. His face.

filled with anger, he sternly demanded, “What do you think you’re doing?”

“I…” I stammered, looking at his furious expression, swallowing hard, and trying

my best to stay calm. “I was… cooking, cooking…”

Five minutes later, I sat on a chair as Liam grabbed a band–aid from the

cabinet.

I extended my hand and said, “I can do it myself.”

He raised his hand, avoiding mine, and gave me a stern look. “Hold out your

hand.”

Reluctantly, I offered him my hand and said, “Thank you.”

It was silent.

“Why are you suddenly in such a hurry?” I asked, hoping to break the silence.

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“Did you think there were intruders in the house?”

He remained silent

Fine, I won’t say anything more.

Perhaps it’s just a bad dream….

His movements were somewhat slow, he wrapped the band–aid around my

hand.

I glanced at my fingers and murmured, “Thank you.”

Liam’s expression softened. He leaned back in the chair, gazing at me

intently, and asked, “While you were cooking, why did you bring me a pillow?”

“… just wanted to… support your hand,” I explained. “I was afraid of putting

pressure on it.”

Liam glared at me once again. “It was unnecessary.”

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“Did you misunderstand me?”

What I gave you was a pillow, not something dangerous.

Liam shot me a fierce look and commanded, “Leave.”

“I still need to cook,” I insisted.

“Wait outside” he stood up and declared, “I’ll get angry when I see you.”

He walked over to the sink to rinse the knife.

I knew the wisest choice was to leave, but I stood my ground and retorted,

“You don’t think I’m going to harm myself, do you?”

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As expected, Liam stopped washing the vegetables, turned his head slightly,

and approached me.

gaze was filled with danger, and I whispered, “Never mind, I should go

outside…”

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“Come here,” he commanded.

He still held the kitchen knife.

“No, I’m going outside,” I replied firmly.

“Come here and crack the eggs,” he instructed.

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I cautiously walked over, passing him with vigilance, opened the refrigerator,

and took out the eggs.

It was silent.

Liam skillfully chopped the vegetables, ensuring they were all the same size.

He was meticulous.

I cracked the eggs carefully and positioned myself wisely on his left,

maintaining a distance. This way, I could buy myself a little time if he

suddenly lost his temper.

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Just as I was thinking about this, Liam suddenly said, “Come here.”

I glanced at the knife in his hand and asked warily, “Why?”

“I want you to come here,” he raised his eyes and gave me a half–smile, “I

have something to tell you.”

I responded, “You can say it here. I can hear you.”

I took a step back.

Suddenly, Liam flung the knife aside and approached me.

In a panic, I turned and tried to run, but he swiftly pushed me onto the

counter and commanded, “Lie down.”

Then, with a muffled sound, a blast of cold air breezed from his left.

I knew he opened the refrigerator door.

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I was cornered between the counter and the refrigerator, with the door

brushing against my back as he opened it. I could not get up from that

position, so I had no choice but to lie there and wait.

After what felt like an eternity, Liam closed the refrigerator door and patted

1. me. “Get up.”

I glanced at him and said, “It’s fine, I’m leaving.”

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However, he remained silent, positioning himself behind me. His arm

encircled me, retrieving a cutting board from the counter and placing it in

front of me. He then flushed the blade under the tap, fitted it onto the cleaver,

and instructed, “Hold it.”

Next, he brandished the meat cleaver.

I pressed the meat against the cutting board and questioned, “Is this

necessary… wait! Not there, that’s my hand…”

Why was he gesturing so close to my fingers?

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“Add some bamboo shoots for freshness,” he stated, pressing the blade.

down and accidentally pushing against the band–aid on my fingertips.

I could not help but let out a stifled gasp and whispered, “Don’t…”

“It only needs two…” he responded with a serious tone.

I shook my head.

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I was not even sure if he would cut my fingers off. After all, it was not the first

time he had crossed my boundaries!

“That’s one,” Liam murmured softly, holding my hand. “Stay still, aim for the

right spot. It’s quicker to make a clean cut up and down from the joint, rather

than moving the knife back and forth along the bone. It’s less painful that

way.”

Suddenly, a shiver ran down my spine. “Stop talking, you’re scaring me…”

I shook his hand off.

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I heard a slashing sound.

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I could not help but freeze. I looked up and saw Liam, his face pale and teeth

clenched, then I lowered my gaze and realized that the hand I had pushed

away was his left hand that was injured.

I was at a loss for words.

While I did touch his wound, it was not my fault. He wanted to cut my fingers

off in the first place.

Even though he let go of his left hand, the space on the left side was still

constrained, with his right hand holding the knife blocking any possible

escape.

After what felt like an eternity, Liam set the meat cleaver down.

I let out a sigh of relief, but at that moment, he wrapped his arms around my

waist once again.

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A ticklish sensation grazed my neck as the tip of his nose pressed against it.

He took a deep breath and spoke in a low voice, “I think the oncologist is lying

to me.”

I dared not utter a word and was afraid that my words might trigger him.

“You’re quite cold most of the time,” he remarked, reaching out to pinch my

face and turning it towards him. He squinted slightly, carefully examining me,

and said, “You taste good too.”

I was filled with fear.

“The choice is yours,” he suddenly let go of my face and picked up the

cleaver. “Do you wanna eat bamboo shoots or meat?”

I replied, “Let’s eat meat.”

“The meat won’t be as tender as you,” he commented, pressing the blade

down. I had no choice but to lie back down, propping myself up on the

counter with my elbows, and watched as he picked up the sharpening stone.

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Faintly, he said, “Decide for yourself. I won’t force you.”

Well…

What else was there to think about?

I placed my hand on the chopping board and said, “Let’s eat the bamboo

shoots.”

“Okay,” Liam responded, raising the knife.

I quickly shut my eyes.

There was silence.

Had he actually cut my fingers?

I cautiously opened my eyes.

Just in time, the blade landed on my finger.

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As he pressed down, I couldn’t help but screamed, clenching my fingers.

Simultaneously, the blade sliced through, removing a thin piece of skin.

My back was drenched in cold sweat…

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Liam placed the strip of skin on the chopping board, then leaned down and

nibbled on my ear. “You had me so scared that my legs turned weak.”

I was gasping for breath and unable to form words, so I remained lying on

the counter, burying my face in my arms.

After a while, I heard the sound of the knife being placed on the chopping

board, and I felt warmth against my cheek. “Are you crying?”

“Alright.” He comfortingly rubbed my stomach with his palm and spoke in a

coaxing tone, “I was just teasing you. How could I do such a thing?”

I murmured, “Take your hand away…”

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Instead of taking his hand away, he pushed it in further.

I grabbed his hand and pleaded, “You touched raw meat. There are germs.

Don’t touch me.“