Torn Between Love and Hate

Chapter 21 I Want a Divorce

Deborah didn't say a word Looking at the irritable man in front of her, she suddenly felt that he was particularly funny

Ashton couldn't take it anymore. He didn't care that he was outside. He just pulled Deborah over and took off her "Where did you get this dress? Who lets you wear it? Deborah, if you slept with Joseph, I would definitely kill you!

Deborah didn't move. She let Ashton take off her coat and throw it on the ground. Then, she looked at him in dead silence as he rudely unbuttoned the top of her long-sleeved dress

Ashton unbuttoned the buttons one by one and revealed a large part of her chest. Deborah did not feel cold or ashamed.

Ashton unbuttoned the last button and looked at Deborah's delicate skin. Then he suddenly remembered that they were still outside.

He pulled Deborah to the side of the car, opened the door of the back seat, and stuffed her in.

He followed her in and continued to take off her clothes impatiently. He carefully stared at her body to check every part, as if he was checking a lifeless cargo.

Deborah looked at Ashton, who had been married to her and had been sleeping with her for so many years, wondering why he was so

cruel to her.

She suddenly felt that she could not see him through. How could the boy, who carried her from the bottom of the mountain to the hospital, be him?

Ashton tore off the clothes on her body and checked her carefully. He did not seem to see any traces left by Joseph.

Just as he subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, he heard Deborah say, "Ashton, do you really hate me that much? Do you?"

Ashton froze. The sense of guilt surged up but quickly disappeared.

He pushed her away with some disgust and said coldly. "Deborah, don't pretend to be pitiful. Helen and Nina told me that you went back to Flora Villa last night and then you sent yourself to Joseph." Ashton seemed to have thought of something, stared at Deborah, and asked, "After you left Flora Villa, did you go to find Joseph

again?"

Deborah's expression did not change, and she did not explain anything.

She smiled and nodded. "Yes, I slept with him for the whole night."

Ashton's eyes turned red in an instant. He raised his hand to grab her hair and smashed her head on the car window.

"Deborah, how dare you! I think you are tired of living!"

Deborah chuckled, "I have been tired of living for a long time. Don't you know about it?"

Ashton's face froze. He stared at Deborah, speechless.

Deborah's eyes were helpless. After a long time, she said softly, "Ashton, I want a divorce. Please let me go."

Ashton didn't reply and he looked unhappy.

He did not like Deborah to act like this. In the past, she didn't talk to him like this, let alone mention divorcing him. She was such a shameless woman, and she just wanted him.

Ashton looked at Deborah, feeling that she must be lying.

Deborah, Joseph never touched you, right? Stop dreaming. A man like him can't help you. You're not his type."

Deborah smiled slightly, "Ashton, don't you know that kind of person? He couldn't let go of me who went to his bed by myself With your obsession with cleanliness, you can't keep me and sleep with me again, right?"

As Deborah spoke, she approached Ashton and said word by word, "It's very disgusting."

Ashton stared at Deborah, but he could not find any trace of her lying.

He noticed that Deborah was holding something in one hand. He reached out to take it and saw the check under her phone.

It was given by Joseph,

Ashton clenched it so tightly that he seemed to want to crush the check. Suddenly, he tore the check into pieces and smashed it hard on Deborah's face.

Then he slapped Deborah, shouting. "Deborah, you are so cheap!*

Deborah was brought back to Flora Villa by Ashton and was dragged into the bathroom by him as soon as he got out of the car.

Ashton turned the water to the coldest, and the cold water instantly poured down on Deborah.

Deborah shuddered violently and fell. She was pulled up by Ashton and thrown into the bathtub.

Ashton got a bottle of shower gel and unscrewed the cap, pouring it all over Deborah's head.

Throwing the empty bottle aside, he grabbed another bottle and unscrewed it, pouring it all over Deborah's body again.

He ruthlessly rinsed the shower head at Deborah, took a towel, and rubbed it all over her body rudely.

Deborah was so cold that her teeth were trembling desperately. The foam covered her face, and she opened her mouth to breathe. Then water and foam rushed into her mouth and nose.

She couldn't help but cough in pain. Ashton washed her desperately, saying, "It's so dirty, so dirty! You can't be washed clean. Deborah, you're so dirty!"

Deborah's face became paler, and it was more difficult for her to breathe.

She wanted to push Ashton away because of her survival instinct, and she wanted to leave there.

She grabbed the edge of the bathtub and was just about to stand up when her feet slipped. Then she fell back into the bathtub.

Her head hit the bathtub, and only a sharp sound could be heard in her ears.

In her blurred vision, she saw the man in front of her, but she didn't seem to know him.

The cold water slowly filled the entire bathtub. Ashton pulled Deborah out and walked out of the bathroom. Deborah was cold and wet, and he threw her to the bed in the bedroom. Deborah was so cold that even her bones felt so painful.

She reached out to grab the quilt beside her, wanting to cover herself so that her body could warm up a little.

Just as her hand touched the quilt, Ashton pulled her hand away and pressed down on her arm.

His voice was like the devil in hell, "It seems that I didn't satisfy you well. That's why you went to find another man so shamelessly."

Deborah endured him numbly, and her eyes were dull.

When one was living a life worse than death, there was no feeling left. Anyway, she knew very well that she would probably die in Ashton's hands soon.

Recently, Deborah was in worse health. She could feel something wrong with her body.

She donated her liver to Helen. They all said that she only donated thirty percent of her liver, and it had almost no effect on her body.

However, she could feel that she was getting weak. Many times, she began to feel like she was on the verge of death.

She looked at the man in front of her in a trance, thinking how good it would be if she had not met him when she was a child.

She would rather die in the cold mountain that day than be saved by him and tortured.

Ashton hated Deborah's eyes at the moment. He did not want to look at them, so he pulled a pillow to the side and covered her face directly.

After sex, he threw her back to the basement.

After venting his anger, he still felt disgusted when thinking that Deborah had been touched by Joseph.

Andrew followed him to the basement and asked carefully, "Mr. Mullen, do you want to treat Ms. Shepherd? She looks pale."

Ashton said coldly, "She's a slut, and deserves to die. Get that bastard over here and leave her here with Deborah "

Andrew pretended to show a look of pity, saying, "But Alyssa is having an intravenous drip in the medical room upstairs. She has a high fever and leukemia. If the treatment was interrupted at this time, she would be in danger."

Ashton said impatiently, "I told you to do it." 1

Andrew responded and left the basement. He carried Alyssa over and placed her next to Deborah.

Then he left and secretly sent a short message to Helen to tell her that Deborah had returned.

He added that Ashton didn't kick Deborah out of the house, and Ashton even had sex with her in the bedroom.

As soon as Ashton went out, he locked the door and left.

When the door closed, Ashton heard Deborah's dying voice, "Ashton, isn't it enough? What do you want me to do to let Alyssa go?"