"Are you pregnant again?"

　　She sat on the sofa, stroked her belly and murmured.

　　It was her third pregnancy after getting married for a year.

　　Her first two children were forced by her husband, Martin, to have an abortion in the cruelest way.

　　With a bitter smile, she looked at the divorce agreement on the tea table and became determined.

　　This child might be her last chance. If she was aborted again, she might lose the right to be a mother for the rest of her life.

　　She must protect him at all costs

　　With a click, the door of the bedroom opened and Martin walked in from the outside.

　　Wendy stood up in a hurry. Her face, without any makeup, had turned pale.

　　"Martin, I have signed the divorce agreement. From now on, I have nothing to do with you." she said in a low voice, clenching her fists nervously.

　　Martin paused, raised his fierce black eyes and stared at her.

　　"You want a divorce?" he began to mend his long legs without any expression on his face, but the cold aura from him was like a substance, which made his legs tremble in summer night.

　　"Okay, let's get divorced, Cassie..." before she finished her words, she saw a flower in front of her eyes and then a pain in her throat.

　　It was Martin who stepped forward and strangled her neck. He was so cruel that he really wanted to kill her.

　　"You don't deserve to mention Cassie's name," Martin stared at her sharply with his gloomy eyes. "Why didn't you want to divorce me when you were willing to marry me? Now you want to leave? Have you finished your debt?"

　　"Martin, you hit my two children. Aren't the two children dead enough?" Wendy's face turned red and tears fell from the corners of her eyes. "Besides, I didn't... ahem!"

　　In the middle of his words, he suddenly tightened his fingers on his neck, as if he was going to break that slender bone directly.

　　"Shut up, Wendy! I've heard enough of your lies! No matter what tricks you are playing now, you can't divorce me before I punish you enough!"

　　After saying that, he pinched her neck and pressed her on the ground. Then he turned over and buried her face in the cold and hard floor.

　　"Rip -" she ripped her dress.

　　"Martin, stop it!" said Louisa, struggling. Every time this man wanted her, he was as fierce as killing her. Now she was pregnant, and she didn't want to do that with him.

　　Martin pressed her body violently, leaving a lot of bruises.

　　Wendy struggled fiercely with both hands resisting, and casually fumbled for a scissor on the tea table.

　　Without hesitation, she pointed her finger at Martin's neck.

　　"Don't touch me, Martin!" her fingers holding the scissors were trembling. "Divorce me and let you and Elaine be together, okay?"

　　The sharp scissors were only a few centimeters away from Martin's neck.

　　He raised his cold eyes and mocked at the trembling eyes of her.

　　The next second, her wrist was clasped by Martin. He spared no effort to collect his fingers, which made her fair skin turn blue and painful. Then he suddenly pressed on the ground.