Revenge Of The Sexy Wife

She didn’t like him drinking much when Zoe was around before, but he just loved it.

He had pretty much given up drinking for the sake of Zoe.

He really rarely touches it if it’s not, for example, a gathering between friends where alcohol is necessary.

But lately, he’s been drinking every day

Without the numbing effects of alcohol, he felt he would probably have died of heartache.

Because of this, he seems to have developed a serious addiction to alcohol.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

Whenever he doesn’t drink, he gets panicky and short of breath.

Opening the bottle of wine again, he once again began to drink.

Once upon a time, wine was drunk for enjoyment.

But now it’s just about venting.

He doesn’t care the smell of red wine or the age, .

It’s good to get him drunk anyway.

After drinking another bottle, Robert once again repeated his original action and viciously smashed the red wine bottle on the ground.

The ground was once again a mess.

But Robert, however, was still not drunk.

His mind, still awake as hell, was awake enough to play, every moment, the story of his former relationship with Zoe.

Every moment, thinking Zoe now is suffering, his spirit once again broke down completely.

He leaned back helplessly on the sofa and looked at the ornate ceiling with a helpless, bitter smile.

He burst into tears, tears almost blurring his vision.

If he hadn’t been in the hands of his parents and couldn’t have acted rashly himself, he thought he would have, even if they had been his own mum and dad, gone and killed them.

It’s really too much.

How can they do that?

Where the hell did they get Zoe?

Why he and Noah, using all their connections, couldn’t find her!

Why is it that Zoe really seems to have evaporated into thin air?

Obviously, he has many grievances.

It is clear that the Moore family has lost Zoe.

However, he could only tell the police that it was Zoe herself who had run away from home, so he wanted to get Zoe back.

Irony.

Picking up his phone, he dialed his mother’s number again, and then growled at her, “You send Zoe back to me immediately, do you hear me?”

He had long since lost any sense of reason and he was like a madman.

After his rant, he then dropped to both knees, tears streaming down his face as he humbly begged, “In my life, it’s the first time I’ve met someone I love so much, I can’t live without her. I beg you, will you give me back my Zoe?”

“If Zoe is not there, how do you want me to live out my life? Do you really want to see me die in depression?”

“I can’t live. What do you want from me?”

“As long as you guys let me go, apart from separating from Zoe, apart from marrying Klara, you can do whatever you want me to do, okay? I’m begging you guys, I’m begging you guys.”

“I’ll do anything for you, okay?”

The more he spoke, the more depressed Robert felt and the more frantic the tears flowed.

He really, can’t take it anymore.

He’s really going crazy.

But, Robert’s mother’s tone was, as always, calm.

She just sneered and then said, “You don’t need to tell me so much, if you want Zoe to come back, you should obediently listen to my words. Tomorrow is your wedding with Klara, get ready, go to bed early, if you dare to be late, I will let you two be separated from each other forever.”

Robert’s mother then hung up the phone, not even saying one more word to him.

His world, once again, was plunged into an infernal hell.

Powerlessly squeezing his phone, Robert once again leaned helplessly on the sofa, panting and weak.

God damn the wedding.!

“Ah!!!” Robert growled desperately.

Trying to get all the anger out of his body.

In his head, he killed his entire family countless times.

But it did nothing to relieve the depression he felt inside.

He was literally suffocating.

Closing his eyes, Robert knelt helplessly on the ground and begged helplessly to the sky outside, “God.”

“I beg you to look at me, look at Zoe, let my parents give me back my Zoe, ok?”

“I’m really going to go crazy if this keeps up.”

“I beg you to have mercy.”

With these words, Robert began to kowtow desperately to the outside.

His head collided violently with the ground and it was clearly painful, but Robert didn’t feel anything at all.

These feelings in front of him were nothing compared to the heartache he felt.

It was only when he had knocked his forehead into blood that Robert stopped moving, got up again and sat down on the sofa to drink.

As he drank, he laughed bitterly and said to himself, “It’s all a fucking lie, I begged you so much and you didn’t give me back my Zoe.”

He laughed bitterly again before lifting his head and downing the bottle of white wine in one gulp.

Finally, he felt his brain muddle up.

He collapsed straight onto the sofa.

In the second half of the night, Robert once again had a dream.

It’s about Zoe.

He dreamed that his Zoe was imprisoned in a dark place and tortured to the bone.

He dreamed that Zoe kept crying out for Robert to save her.

The dream was so real that he was awakened at once by an intense heartache.

Opening his eyes, he realised that it was only a dream.

At that moment, He was wet with cold sweat.

The whole space is filled with the strong smell of alcohol.

Switching on the light and propping up his drowsy head, he glanced at the time.

The time was three o’clock in the morning.

In two hours, he’ll be getting ready and going to pick up his bride.

He didn’t know if his Zoe is not suffering inside some nook or cranny.

He had said he would give Zoe a big wedding.

But, eventually, Zoe was gone and he was going to give the grand wedding to another person.

How ironic.

At this moment, he could no longer sleep.

Lighting a cigarette, he began to smoke it hard.

Recalling the images from his dream, he is still haunted by them.

Where is his Zoe?

What exactly is he suffering from?