I Uncovered My Boyfriend's Double Life and Started to Fight Back novel Chapter 2

After checking my temperature and seeing it was normal, he relaxed, then flashed that gentle smile of his.

He held up a grocery bag, excited: 

"Look, the supermarket had a sale on ribs and veggies after 7 PM."

"I waited just for that."

"You love braised ribs, right? I'll cook them for you." 

Ethan sometimes cooked. 

I don't know where he learned, but he was surprisingly good at it. 

A couple of days ago, he hugged me and said, "When our kids grow up, I'll teach them how to cook, and you'll teach them how to read and write."

"We'll raise them right." 

I'd buried my face in his chest, my heart racing, before finally muttering, "Who said I'm having kids with you?"

"Don't get ahead of yourself." 

In a whirl, he pinned me down. 

His kisses came hot and heavy, leaving me breathless. 

Little did I know, I was just a pet to him—something he kept around for fun. 

He set the food on the table and reached for my hand, but I recoiled, feeling disgusted. 

Ethan looked hurt, his eyes reddening.

He choked up: "Lila, are you still mad about me trying to walk the other day?"

"I'm sorry. I know I'm useless."

"I won't do it again, okay?" 

As he spoke, he started hitting his thighs, crying, saying he was worthless, that he was just a burden to me. 

In the past, I would've cried with him, stopped him from hurting himself, reassured him that things would get better, that I'd earn enough to cure him, that he'd walk again. 

But now, I just watched coldly as he hit himself, unmoved. 

The greasy smell of the food wafted over, making my stomach churn.

I gagged, unable to hold it back.