His Perfect Wife Strikes Back

122 I Want to Know You

I lay in the tub on the hotel terrace when I returned. The warm water slowly brought my body temperature back to normal. I leaned against the edge of the tub and looked up at the sky illuminated by the twinkling shiny lights.

Daley stepped into the bathtub naked, leaned over me. His usual calm voice lingered behind me.

"Are you at peace now?"

"Yes, I felt a kind of peace I had never experienced before."

I've been waiting a long time for my death list to be emptied, and my revenge is almost over now.

"That gift from you is really special." I looked at him. "Why are you doing this?"

"Because your pain is my pain, your hatred is my hatred." He kissed my shoulder. "That's how I love you."

"What do you want to know about me?"

"I want to know what you like." Daley looked at me affectionately. "I can take you to anywhere you like for our honeymoon."

"I haven't been to a lot of places." Mikeal had limited my private life since I was a kid, especially after my mom died. I hardly ever travel. I haven't even been abroad. Now I realized that my former life was so monotonous.

"What's your dream, then?"

Dream? I thought deeply.

"No, I never had any dreams," I said. "When I was a kid, I dreamed of being a singer like Britney, if that counts."

"Then I can get you a concert," Daley said seriously. "I promise it'll be bigger than Britney Spears in Vegas."

"You've got to be kidding," I said. "You know that's impossible."

"Why not," said Daley. "So is there somewhere you want to go, like Switzerland, Rome, Tokyo? I can take you."

"Tokyo?" I laughed. "I never thought I'd go to so many places."

"You can think about it now."

I stopped smiling and stared at him. I looked at his scratched face. A bitter feeling came over me as I caressed his face.

"I want to know about you, too. I want to know about your pain, your hate, your likes and dislikes."

He tilted his head and pressed his face into the palm of my hand, and for a moment I could feel his tears on my palm. He rubbed my palms like a kitten with warm eyes.

"It's our wedding day. You can ask all the questions you want." he said.

"I want to know about your previous life, including your family," I replied.

He looked up and pulled his face away from my palm. I could see the sadness in his eyes. He leaned back against the tub and looked straight ahead.

"My mother is my father's sister," Daley said in a husky, low voice, "The elders of the family considered my parents' love a disgrace, and I am a product of incest. My grandfather thought my mother must be insane to fall in love with her brother, so in order to end their relationship, my mom was committed to a mental institution by my grandfather after she gave birth to me. After that, my grandfather found another woman for my father, and that's Frade's mother. My father was a violent and domineering man who doted on Frade and turned a cold shoulder on me. Whenever I did something wrong, he would beat me up. And he wouldn't let me visit my mother. On my 14th birthday, I got the address of my mother's mental hospital from the maid, so I sneaked into the hospital to see my mother. It was the first time I really saw her."

He sighed, "She was tortured so badly that her hair almost fell out. When she saw me, she thought I was my father. She was trying to hug me frantically, calling out my father's name and saying how he had promised not to leave her. I stood there in tears, helpless. The nurse told my father. When I got home, I was greeted by a beating. My father warned me that if I ever visited my mother again, he would beat me to death. Even at home, no one could mention my mother's name."

"Does your father love your mom?" I whispered.

"I don't think he loved her. He never visited her," said Daley, with a cold hatred in his eyes, "He even went so far as to say that my mother seduced him to protect his reputation. He put my mother through an inhuman ordeal. He's a bastard."

"He's a total jerk," I agreed.

An irresponsible man will only blame his mistakes on women, and this kind of behavior is usually accepted by everyone. It is believed that all mistakes about s.ex are caused by women.

"Then my mom passed away, and my father didn't even hold a funeral. I hated him, and to get rid of him, I went to the West Point Test and got an offer," Daley said, "A few years later, my father died in a plane accident, and when I heard the news of his death, I didn't feel any sadness at all. On the contrary, I felt relieved."

He suffered as much as I did. We both hated our fathers. Fate brought us together.

I could see the sadness and helplessness in his eyes when he mentioned his past. So I decided not to press on. There was plenty of time between us.

"What about you?" Daley moved over to me, water vapor floating around us.

"What else do you want to know about me?"

"I'm sorry for your loss of your baby," Daley said, a look of pity in his eyes. "When did this happen?"

"It happened a long time ago." The pain of my last life is still so true, and I will never forget it.

"So all those people you wanted revenge on had something to do with the death of your child?"

"I died with my child once," I admitted. "I was just too stupid to know that until I lost everything. My ex-husband, my sister and my father were all murderers."

"I died once, too," Daley said ruefully. "I was on the brink of death in pudding."

You are not really dead, but I really experience the taste of death. Darkness and loneliness.

"I believe we can create a better future," Daley said as he wrapped his arms around me and gazed into my golden eyes. "Believe me, I will always be with you in the future."

"I want some alcohol," I said.

"There's a bar downstairs, you can drink as much as you want," he said. "But we have other things to do before we drink."

He lifted my waist with both hands and let me straddle his lap. I spread my legs and squeezed his waist. He lifted me up by my waist, and his erection pierced my private center.

The louder I screamed, the harder he pushed.