My Husband Hates Me
Chapter 15 Don't do this...

Half a month had passed in a flash. During this period of time, Dorothy was living in uneasiness.

Like a real prisoner, she was confined in a 100 square feet bedroom. But her heart was hollow, just like the empty room.

Sometimes, she thought that it was better to end her life rather than to live in humiliation and without freedom.

However, at the thought of her unborn baby, she refused to resign to her fate.

She still had a child.

A child that belonged exclusively to her.

She could not selfishly leave the world with her child, depriving it of the right to be born into this world.

She cheered herself up. There was still half a month left. She would definitely replace a chance to leave this place. Once she left Credence, she would start a new life all over.

The very afternoon, Dorothy forced herself to have an extra portion of food despite feeling nauseous. After that, she took a shower and hung around in the room for a while before changing into nightwear, ready to take a nap.

While she was drifting off to sleep, she was awakened by a commotion at the door.

She opened her eyes with a frown and spotted Credence, who had disappeared for half a month, standing by her bed. The afternoon sun shone on his angular face, intensifying his charm.

As his face was bathing in the sunlight, Dorothy could not see his expression clearly. However, for some reason, her heart raced.

When her heartbeat returned to normal, she pretended to be calm, asking, "There is still half a month before the kidney transplant. Why are you here?"

Suddenly, a clinking sound could be heard.

It was the sound made when the tip of a belt hit the buckle.

Dorothy was startled and glanced toward the direction of the sound. To her surprise, Credence was unbuckling his belt.

She was not in the mood to enjoy

the view before her. She hurriedly moved to the corner of the bed. Even when her back was leaning against the wall, she still could not feel a sense of security. Her body couldn't help trembling involuntarily.

"What... What are you doing?"

"What married couples do," Credence replied coldly.

The influence of alcohol made him even more impatient. He reached out and grabbed Dorothy's waist, dragging her toward him...

She was thin, but not bony. When he touched her, he could feel her soft and supple skin.

In fact, Credence had just had a few

drinks with some of his clients. Instead of wasting his energy on hostesses in the nightclub, he rather drove more than an hour to book for Dorothy.

He felt nothing but disgust for those coquettish and hypocritical women.

However, Dorothy was different. Even when she was dressed neatly and lying on the bed, he would be turned on easily.

"Credence, please, don't do this! I'm begging you... My child..."

When his lips came close to her ear and licked her sensitive earlobe, Dorothy could scent his familiar cool breath mixed with a strong smell of alcohol. It made her face turn pale

with fear.

It was the same every time. He would only come to her when he was drunk and in need of her.

If it was in the past, she would have played along with him although reluctantly. But now that she was pregnant, she would never allow him to hurt her precious baby.

"No!"

She resisted by turning her body sideways. Her hands were subconsciously put on her abdomen.☐☐☐☐☐☐