In the eyes of others, he was the model husband, extremely considerate and caring toward me.

But only I knew that I would tremble in fear and even lose control of my bladder when I heard his voice.

In public, Randall never despised me.

He would help me clean up disregarding other people's strange looks. But once we went home, he would turn into a monster again.

He insulted me and beat me up.

Thinking about these, I couldn't help but shiver.

Randall suddenly grabbed the back of my neck and showed me a video on his phone.

"Sybil, have I ever told you what will happen if you lie to me?"

I should have known. The reason why he knew my daily schedule inside out was obviously because there was a surveillance camera in the car.

Fear rendered me speechless. I could only tremble non-stop.

"Speak!"

He shouted angrily, attracting the attention of people around.

A waitress wanted to come over and ask what was going on but was pulled back by her colleague.

I knew no one could help me.

"I ... I gave my colleague a ride to the subway station. There wasn't just him. One of my female colleagues was in the car, too. They are a couple."

I finally managed to say a complete sentence.

The soup on the table was still warm, and the tempting aroma wafted into my nostrils.

Randall smiled and let go of me. I thought he believed me and showed a fawning smile.

But the next second, he picked up the big bowl of soup and splashed it at me.

2

Screams rang out. I knew I should dodge, but past experiences told me not to, or I would be beaten even worse.

I closed my eyes in resignation and said goodbye to my parents silently.

"Mom, Dad, I'm going to be beaten to death by the son-in-law you carefully selected for me today. Are you happy now?

"If you knew it would come to this, would you regret what you did back then? You forced me to marry him, saying that you'd top yourselves if I refused. Then when I asked for a divorce, you tried to dissuade me from doing so. You did everything for the so-called reputation."

I met Randall on a blind date.

My parents carefully selected him as their son-in-law, thinking that he was gentle, had a decent job, and was kind to others.

They soon urged us to get married, afraid that he would be taken away by another woman.

I told them to wait a little longer to observe him more.