—Hi Jisoo, it's Roséanne. I need you to talk to One of the girls that my husband doesn't know to distract him tonight. I'll get him out. I need to have a conversation with you, LaLisa, Jennie and Tzuyu. —

With that, I switched it off when I saw his car entered the driveway from the window in my room.

I quickly put the phone back and sat on the bed pretending to be sick. I am Sick.

Sick of being with him.

Sick of being his punching bag.

Sick of enduring the pain he inflicts on me all in the name of love.

I Should have left him months ago but I was scared of what he might do if I say I want a divorce but I won't hold back anymore.

He entered the room with a glass of water and the pill. I took it from him without uttering a word.

I relaxed on the bed and turned my back to him.

"Roséanne, Roséanne, look at me" He turned me back to him but I didn't look at him. I just stared at my hand.

"I'm sorry for doing that to you yesterday"

Sorry?!! I could help but mentally scoff at him.

"I only do that to you because I love you and you should have known that I don't like you around those four sly girls and also, you shouldn't have talked back to me. I don't like beating you but you make it almost impossible for me not to beat you. You know I love you right?"

Love huh??? I can't believe this shit is coming out of here your disgusting mouth right now.

I wish I could just say that to him.

"If you love me then you wouldn't be beating me so much"