How To Get My Husband On My Side

Chapter 110

"Hwuuu..."

The distant sound of someone sobbing echoed familiarly.

Was a banshee crying again?

The voices that sounded were quite a bit different from one, though.

"Hwuuuuu..."

"You can stop."

Oh, was it just a dream?

A dark room slowly became clearer. I'd seen this room before.

As the darkness surrounding me gradually ebbed away, I saw a woman crying, standing in front of a balcony and rubbing the heel of her palm against her chest. A man was moving closer to her.

I couldn't see their faces, but a strange sense of familiarity washed over me. The thought of having met this couple somewhere else passed me by.

Oh, that's right. I had had a dream like this once before.

Yes, in another place, at another time, that woman had been smiling wickedly, and that man...

"Isn't it time you stopped with the bad acting?"

The woman quit her wailing. "What if I don't want to?"

"Ah, you're really driving me crazy."

"As expected, it doesn't work on you," I couldn't see it, but I could feel the woman sneering. "You're so annoying, you know that, right?"

The sadness ailing her vanished in an instant, something menacing gracing her features instead. I still couldn't see what she looked like, but I felt the aggression dripping from her echoing and settling in my bones.

The man looming over her seemed to be very angry. "You turned the court banquet into a damn circus show. Have you no shame?"

"That girl was asking for it. What did you want me to do?"

"Did you fight with her just cause she asked you a question? Why don't you pick a fight with the entire world then?"

"You weren't even there, so what do you know? Right, it must've been your little sister that told you. Of course, she must have chosen her side again. She always does."

The woman gave a bitter laugh, the air turning sullen.

"Watch your mouth."

"Oh, don't deny it, you know it's true. And what if I don't watch my mouth? Will you hit me? Don't even joke around, because we both know you won't."

I was starting to worry a little for the woman.

She was deliberately targeting her opponent's weak spots, his rage already reaching its breaking point. The harsh breaths he took was the only sound that could be heard in this dark and empty room.

"You're such a bad fucking girl."

"And you're so handsome," she swooned, ridicule but also honesty honeying her sweet voice.

"Consider it an honor then, if you're willing to admit it."

"Hah! An honor? You?"

"Anything you're dissatisfied with? Tell me, since I'm your so-called husband."

"I'm dissatisfied with your existence itself."

"I'm also dissatisfied with your existence, you wicked woman!"

The mood was strange.

The two were seriously fighting, but they couldn't take their eyes off one another either.