Perfect Wife No More: I Unleashed Hell Chapter 05

Perfect Wife No More: I Unleashed Hell Chapter 05 I’m Your Wife

“I’m your wife, Evelyn,” I replied.

I tilted my head, showing just the right amount of confusion. “Arthur, what exactly do I have to do to make you happy?”

I didn’t understand his feelings, and neither did the system.

Arthur hated my fake love, so I gave up all feelings for him.

He always blamed me for not being generous enough, so I let him be with Vivian.

Following the system’s instructions, I threw away my pride and feelings.

I obeyed in everything and agreed to every word.

But why did his face show only fear?

I asked, “Arthur, what do you want me to be?

“I can change for you, until you’re satisfied.”

Arthur shook his head like he was losing it, mumbling to himself, “No, you’re not… my Evelyn wouldn’t be like this!”

He stared at me once, then stumbled out of the house.

A sour ache rose in my chest, but it was quickly replaced by the sharp pain in my knees.

I looked at my knees, shredded and smeared with blood and glass, and thought about where the first-aid kit

was.

Just then, the bedroom door opened quietly.

It was the family doctor.

He carefully cleaned my wounds and tidied up the mess,

“Ma’am, keep the wounds dry for the next week,” he said.

I nodded obediently and thanked him.

He hesitated, then whispered, “Mr. Harrington called me.”

I froze, remembering Arthur rushing out earlier.

I thought he’d forgotten I was hurt. Turns out he still called the doctor.

The doctor hesitated again. “Ma’am, I shouldn’t say this, but… I think Mr. Harrington cares about you.”

I felt a bit dazed.

Did Arthur care about me?

Maybe.

He did care once.

I remember the first time he cooked for me and turned the kitchen into a total mess.

I remembered him planning a secret proposal but messing up the lines because he was nervous.

I remember him during my pregnancy, pressing his hand against my belly and telling stories to the baby every single day.

Those warm memories were clear… but they no longer touched my heart.

Every time he hurt me, I hid in my room.

I replayed our past sweetness again and again.

Then I told myself-see? He did love me once.

He just… doesn’t love me anymore.

Sometimes I wondered-if he hadn’t come home early and heard the system’s alert, would things have ended differently?

Sadly, there was no what-if.

I snapped back when I heard the doctor close the door.

After hesitating, I picked up my phone and texted Arthur…

The third perspective:

After calling the family doctor, Arthur drove to his usual bar.

Even he couldn’t describe what he felt.

All he knew was that alcohol might numb his nerves.

Let him not think about Evelyn’s changes and strangeness for a while.

Vivian always kept a close eye on Arthur.

She soon arrived at the bar and slid next to him like she/owned the place.

She asked, “Arthur, why are you drinking alone? What happened?

“Let me drink with you, okay?”

She said it as she ordered a strong cocktail.

Maybe it was the alcohol, but Arthur suddenly grabbed her hand holding the glass.

He squinted at her, but slowly, she blurred into Evelyn’s image in his mind.

“Aren’t you allergic to alcohol?” he asked.

Vivian frowned, setting down her drink. “When was I ever allergic to alcohol?

“Don’t you remember, Arthur? At the last celebration, I took all the drinks for you.

“My tolerance is famous in the circle, you know.”

Arthur shook violently and yanked his hand away from Vivian. “No. You’re not Evelyn… It’s Evelyn whos allergic…”

Vivian stared at him, confused and hurt. “Arthur… what are you talking about?

“I’m Vivian.”

Arthur shook his head, and his vision cleared.

Seeing her reddened eyes and pitiful look, he sighed. “Go away. I want to be alone.”

Vivian pouted, clearly not moving. “Arthur, what’s going on?

“Did Evelyn stir things up again? Don’t blame her. With her background, she doesn’t know better.

“Oops, did I say something wrong? If she hears, she’ll be upset…”

Vivian babbled in his ear, every word belittling Evelyn.

She had no intention of stopping.

Arthur finally snapped, shoving Vivian to the ground. “What do you think you are, talking crap about Evelyn?”

Vivian fell, eyes wide in disbelief. “You pushed me?

“I’m carrying your child, and you shove me for that bitch Evelyn?”

Arthur ignored her tearful, pitiful face and grabbed her chin. “You’re just a toy for fun… and you dare act up here?

“Listen, there are plenty of women who’d bear my child. Who do you think you are?”

He stared at her terrified face, let go irritably, and shouted, “Get out! Now!”