Anna’s POV

I felt something heavy press on my back. I felt uncomfortable. I wanted to move, but I felt he broke my waist. I opened my mouth, and a whimper escaped my mouth.

Seriously, why did I have to provoke this bastard? He broke all the bones in my waist. Could I kill him? No, you couldn’t kill your husband — poked my subconscious.

I tried to get away from him. I needed to pee. My abdomen ached and my belly was full of urine, but he was not moving. Instead, he tightened his hold on my waist. His left legs were over mine. With his weight, I felt...