After Losing Her, He Went Crazy novel Chapter 2

A sharp pain spread through my heart. Elon probably thought I was embarrassing.

In the noisy private room, I shrank into a corner, hoping no one would notice me.

My soaked clothes clung to my body, making me feel light-headed and feverish.

Elon, who never lifted a finger at home, carefully peel shrimp for Stacy.

“Damn it, I knew you were a worthless piece of trash. Still thinking of revenge, huh?”

Before I could react, someone grabbed my neck, dragging me under the harsh light. I crashed onto the cold tiles.

A shattered plate of fish lay before me, its belly stuffed with black plastic.

The person who ate the plastic gagged, then, kicked me hard, venting his anger.

I screamed in pain, curling up to protect my abdomen.

My reaction seemed to excite him. He lifted my oversized shirt, staring at my stomach.

“She's actually carrying a bastard.”

“Whose kid is it, some stray dog from the slums?”

He raised his foot and ground it into my stomach, enjoying my pain.

Stacy's expression turned odd, but Elon remained bland, unreadasble.