Worship The Ground You Walk On

"Benjamin Crawford, CEO of the Crawford Group, Uses His Disabled Wife as a Publicity Stunt. Their PDA Turned out to Be One Big Lie"

The news headline was unusually eye-catching. The huge font stung Claudia's eyes.

However, she was even more surprised by the news content below the headline.

Mr. Crawford was faking it. He booked the Zeus Hotel to celebrate his wife's birthday and wedding anniversary and enjoy their time alone. However, behind the scenes of their wonderful night out was a huge

scam.

It was reported that Mrs. Crawford's birthday was July 22, and their wedding anniversary was January 7. Mr. Crawford went through so much trouble to use his disabled wife...

What was written behind it was even more distorted to read.

Nonsense! Those were all bullshit!

Claudia's hand holding the newspaper trembled faintly. At that moment, she had a sense of foreboding.

As Claudia looked up, she happened to meet his cold eyes. And then she panicked. In the next second, he pinched her chin hard and forced her to look at him, "Since you were not willing to cooperate, you should have refused me in the first place!"

"Since you didn't refuse me then, you contacted and informed the media afterward. Do you think it's fun to do that?"

Claudia was taken back. She wondered when she had contacted and informed the media about that party.

A look of disdain flashed across Ben's eyes as he watched her shake her head quickly. He narrowed his cold eyes. Then he didn't dwell on the issue. He leaned down and sealed her lips with his.

He didn't let go of Claudia's red, swollen lips until he felt her body stiffen with pain later. He leaned toward her ear. His voice sounded flirtatious and low. His warm breath made her feel very cold. "Did I ever tell you that I hated women who plotted against me?"

Claudia couldn't help but frown. Did he think that she plotted against him?

Did he blame her indiscriminately and for everything just because she had exposed his secret at the previous dinner party?

Besides, there were many people who knew about her birthday,

for example, Amber and Blair.

As for the date of their marriage registration, anyone could find it out by pulling a file from the Civil Affairs Bureau. She didn't need to inform the media about that date.

Ben saw her complicated eyes, which looked powerless and more like a cunning look in one's eyes when one was at the end of one's rope.

"Do you still think you're innocent?" He sneered faintly, "Nate found your call records from the reporter's phone. How do you explain this?"

The time when Claudia contacted the reporter coincided with the time when the news broke out.

Claudia was slightly stunned. Call records?!

She hadn't contacted anyone other than Kim in the last few days...

A person had called her anonymously before saying it was from a sanatorium. And that person had sent her a message. Could that be the phone number of the reporter?

It was easy to attack a vulnerable person verbally.

Ben fiercely clasped her wrist. He clasped her wrist so hard that he almost broke her arm. As Claudia looked at him, his beautiful pupils constricted.

Whether she could talk or not, and that phone records existed or not, Ben had already firmly believed that she was behind it.

At that moment, Claudia didn't know where her strength came from. And she brushed away his hand. She clearly had a hundred ways to clarify her. However, for a moment, she suddenly couldn't even find any sense to explain to him!

"Are you trying so hard to prove to the public that you and I have become estranged just to force me to come home?"

As he spoke, Ben reached out again and grabbed her in front of him. He roughly turned her over and lifted her up onto his shoulders.

Then he slammed her down onto the bed. Before Claudia could escape, Ben directly pressed on her!

Suddenly, she remembered what had happened before.

Whenever he came back drunk, he would force himself upon her like crazy. Even if she really liked him, it didn't mean she could take it like that. She resisted and struggled. However, no matter what she did, it was to no avail.

She confusedly counted the number of times in her mind and lost track of it. He didn't let her go until she was completely exhausted.

As soon as Ben finished having sex with her, he got out of bed. Then he pulled the sheet, wrapped it around him, and strode into the bathroom.

Claudia was left half dead, curled up helplessly in the corner of the bed. She was in so much pain she could barely breathe.

After a long time, there was a thud. Claudia was so scared that her hair stood on end. She looked up slightly and saw Ben coming out of the dressing room.

He had changed into a nice suit. His short, wet hair was hanging casually over his brow, which made him look very charming.

He walked as he buttoned his shirt cuffs. As the handsome and elegant man passed the large bed, he gave a cold look to the woman in the corner of the bed.

When he was having amazing sex with her, she was sweating buckets. Her sweaty hair was stuck onto her cheeks. And her white skin exposed to the air was covered with heavy and light bruises. Some parts of her body were bruised because he had pulled her hard.

Looking at Claudia, who had been tormented by him in such a terrible way, his indifferent face did not change. Then he coldly withdrew his gaze and walked towards the door.

After taking a few steps, his tall figure paused.

He took a few steps back, stopped at the edge of the bed, and leaned down. Then he cupped her chin and forced her to look at him again, and smiled coldly.

His eyes became instantly sharp. A cold breath assaulted Claudia, but Ben's tone still sounded calm. In a deep, cold voice, he said, "You can continue to play tricks and plot against me, but you'd better not let me catch you!"

"Otherwise, next time, I won't deal with you as simply as what I just did. I have plenty of means and tricks. If you want to try, try then!"

As he suddenly decreased his force and threw her aside, he indifferently turned around and slammed the door.