Raegan lifted her head to fight back tears. Her once-sparkling eyes were now clouded with gray mist.

For a fleeting moment, Mitchel caught a glimpse of desperation in her eyes.

Why was she looking at him like that?

How could she wear such an expression if she was the one who had cheated on him?

"Divorce?" Mitchel lifted her chin and sneered, “I'm the only one who can decide when and how this relationship ends. If you want out, you'll have to wait until I'm done playing this game."

As soon as he said these words, he yanked off his tie with a forceful tug, tied up her hands that were covering her chest, and raised them above her head. And lastly, he tied them on the shower rack overhead.

But he was not done yet. He pressed her legs down, forcing her into a humiliating posture.

Raegan's mind went blank. Her hands were tied up over her head, and her legs, which had been pinned down, hurt.

“You pervert, let me go! Let..."

Mitchel lowered his head and locked Raegan in a fervent kiss.

Helpless, Raegan could only let him kiss her.

Mitchel was not satisfied until Raegan's lips were red and swollen.

Without a word, he stood up and unbuckled his belt.

Without further ado, he took off his soaking wet trousers and stared at her with narrowed eyes.

"Don't say I didn't give you a choice. Up or down?"

Before Raegan could respond, Mitchel sneered, “Never mind. No need to decide. It's been used by others. I think it's dirty."

It took her a moment to grasp his intention.

Mitchel stood before her, his long legs in trousers spreading out on either side. He bent down a little, gently lifted her chin, and coaxed her to open her mouth.

A quick glimpse and Raegan got it, her face going ashen.

Unable to shake him off, she shut her eyes firmly, her voice quivering.