Chapter 82

Carmela started to shake in bed. She struggled to push Maxwell off from her body, sluggishly. She was weak beneath him and her legs were already numb from the fear she felt at that moment. 

“If you do this now, I would never forgive you.” Her voice came out as a whisper.“Even when Max is dead, I can’t have peace.”

Maxwell stopped what he was doing and looked up at her in the face. She didn’t even look at him. Her gaze was looking the other way. 

“You want peace?” his thick voice asked and Carmela refused to reply. “Peace!!!!!” He yelled and shifted away from her body. 

This time, he pulled Carmela in a rush, sitting her up in the bed. His eyes were flaming in anger and his fist was tightening around Carmela’s wrist. 

She cried in pain and he kept strangling his hands around her wrist. With each tightening, she would wimp in pain. 

“Maxwell, stop, please, you’re hurting me.” She tried pulling her hands away, pleading to Max