That's right, I can't. I still have my husband to take care of, and I need to be the backbone of the Smith family. I can't afford to fall apart.
I could only comfort myself inwardly—it's okay, my husband will recover soon. When that happens, I'll finally be free from that devil and live a normal life again.
Clutching onto this belief, I finally drifted into a fitful sleep.
During those days of my period, the devil didn't come for me. While I breathed a sigh of relief, an inexplicable, faint disappointment lingered in my heart.
So he really only wanted my body. What a beast!
Ugh, Helen, what the hell are you thinking?! That man is a monster! Just because he was... skilled, just because he made you feel something a few times, doesn’t mean you’ve actually fallen for him. Wher
