Chapter 2 Yesterday We Were Lulled By Lust

• Jasmine Lopez returned to her residence and retired to bed early.
• She believed that nothing else would transpire this evening, but she still recollected the intense animosity that Michael Fulton harbored towards her.
• In her profound slumber, her body felt burdensome, and although she desired to move, her legs remained immobile.
• A weighty figure descended upon her, firmly affixed to her chest.
• Subsequently, her chest felt chilled, as the person had opened her nightgown, causing a slight sensation of warmth and moisture as her chest was exposed.
• Jasmine was taken aback, her eyes opened wide with fear, and her surroundings appeared dim.
• The room was shrouded in darkness, with the moonlight filtering through the window, allowing her to discern the man before her with clarity.
• That man was her husband—Michael Fulton.
• "How...how did you return?" Jasmine's voice was still hoarse due to just awakening.
• "Jasmine, this is my abode, and you are my wife. It is only fitting that I come home and sleep with my wife, is it not?" Michael gazed at her and placed his hands at her sides.
• "You...I do not wish to...," at that moment, Jasmine's attire had already been partially removed.
• Recalling her husband's previous affair with her sister, and now he had turned to her, she felt repulsed!
• "Do not wish to? Are you under the impression that you possess the autonomy to dictate such matters?" Michael muttered coldly, immediately using his other hand to restrain Jasmine's hands, while his other hand ventured towards her trousers.
• "Michael, release me... I do not wish to partake in this, I will not allow it..." Jasmine struggled forcefully, but he persisted, until she could no longer resist.
• "You will not allow it? Ha! Jasmine, why must you feign innocence now? Which part of your body have I not seen or touched, hmm?
• Michael laughed, the glimmer of his white teeth visible in the darkness.
• Jasmine closed her eyes, tears streaming down her face. She was overwhelmed with emotion, yet dared not express it.
• "You were with my sister. I implore you, do not touch me. I am repulsed..." her voice was hoarse.
• Michael's hand on her trousers suddenly halted.
• He raised his gaze, peering deeply at the woman, extending his hand to pinch Jasmine's face between his index finger and thumb.
• "Are you repulsed? Hey! Jasmine, so you consider yourself virtuous? Do not forget how you managed to marry me in the first place!
• The man's words, uttered in the darkness, struck Jasmine like a slap.
• Indeed, he was reminding her of three years ago, when she shamelessly orchestrated everything, sleeping in his bed, and through her relationship with his grandmother, managed to become Mrs. Fulton.
• And because of that, his first love, Fiona , upon learning of the news of his impending marriage, was unable to accept it, resulting in an abortion and ultimately her confinement to a mental institution.
• "Michael, I was wrong, I apologize..." Jasmine's delicate face was pinched by the man's large hand, rendering her speech difficult.
• "Just one word of apology, and you believe all is forgiven? Can my child and Fiona return? You are a murderer!" The man's hand, which had previously pinched her, descended to her neck, choking her.
• Jasmine struggled to breathe, her brows furrowed in pain. "I did not...I..." she shook her head incessantly, but to no avail...
• Fiona Henry lost her child because of him, and due to depression, she descended into madness...but her good fortune did not last long. She had believed that marrying Michael would bring her happiness...
• However, that was merely the title of Mrs. Fulton. In Michael's eyes, she was nothing more than another wretched woman.
• Had he known that Fiona was already one month pregnant, he would not have acquiesced to Grandma's request for her to marry him.
• "Jasmine, I despise you. Marrying you was merely a means to gradually humiliate you!" Michael laughed, his hands descending, tearing.
• The sound of tearing resonated through the darkness.
• It was Jasmine's sleeping pants, torn in half within his large hands. That night was a night of agony for her.
• She could not recall how many times it had transpired, but Michael Fulton remembered the pain, the sensation of her body being crushed, until finally, she succumbed to exhaustion and lost consciousness.
• ...
• The following day.
• The harsh sunlight pierced Jasmine's eyes, and initially, she attempted to shield them with her hand. However, she soon realized that she was too fatigued to muster the strength.
• She felt as though she had been violated by something immense, and the only word to describe her state was pain.
• Taking a deep breath, Jasmine turned over, observing the adjacent bed. The pristine sheets served as a reminder that he had been absent for quite some time.
• Her heart grew cold.
• What did he think of her?
• Once the sweetness had dissipated, was she simply discarded like pulp? Like a pet.
• But at least with a pet, there were instances when the owner treated them kindly. However, Michael only berated and despised her. Was there any redeeming quality to him?
• Jasmine struggled to rise from the bed, glancing at her cellphone.
• As she unlocked it, the device vibrated, indicating an incoming call.
• it is Jenny Lopez-----
• After a moment of hesitation, Jasmine Lopez finally answered the call.
• "Jasmine...you finally answered. I called you numerous times earlier, but you did not respond. I thought...I thought you were angry with your sister..." Just as she answered the call, Jenny's soft and feeble voice reached her ears.
• "What is it?" Jasmine replied, attempting to speak calmly, as though nothing had transpired the previous night at the hospital.
• She slipped on her sandals, clutching the phone, and limped towards the bathroom.
• Her groin throbbed with pain.
• "Jasmine... I... I apologize to you. Do not hold it against Michael. We were overcome by desire yesterday, so..." Jasmine spoke.
• Although it was intended as an apology, Jasmine detected no trace of remorse in her sister's tone. In fact, it seemed as though she was boasting.
• Desire... so, they were unable to resist their urges in the car...
• Jasmine Lopez felt wounded.
• "Very well, I am aware now... Sis, is there anything else?" she mumbled.
• She and Jenny were twins, although they were not very similar in appearance, nor did they possess the same traits. There was a time when she believed she was the adopted child of the family.
• "Jasmine...are you blaming your sister? I...I was wrong. I...I do not know how to explain it to you." Jenny's voice trembled, as though she were on the verge of tears.
• "Sis...I do not blame you. I have matters to attend to, so let us conclude this conversation for now." When Jasmine ended the call.
• Jenny's voice could be heard sobbing, "Michael. What should I do... Jasmine hates me. She will never forgive me..."
• Jasmine heard those words, bringing the phone closer to her ear, realizing that he was also present—
• He had slept with her the previous night, and now he was going to her sister's place, huh!
• Jasmine closed her eyes, her face contorted in pain. She slowly hung up the phone and tossed it aside.
• She feared that soon, a man would speak ill of her.
• After brushing her teeth, Jasmine descended the stairs, not spotting Aunt Helen. She proceeded to prepare a bowl of noodles for herself.
• Just as she had consumed half of it, a call came through.
• She turned her head, glancing at the screen of her phone, and secretly sighed in relief that it was not Jenny calling back.