Revenge On Crazy Husband
29. A Million Reasons to Hate Demetrio

Maybe you already know this but Larisa's about to say it.

I hate Demetrio. I hated him to the point that I often imagined myself burning him alive. I was thinking what if I heard that scream day and night until he burned out.

I hate Demetrio. I hated her to the point that I wanted me to impregnate her and her stomach to grow bigger and I humiliated her as the first man in the world to become pregnant.

I hate Demetrio. I hated him to the point that I wished the trunk at his feet had gone up to his nose and he walked around with his trunk like an elephant and he was no longer as handsome as he is now.

Yeah, I hate Demetrio and I can write down a million reasons why I hate him.

"Larisa," rebuked her Mother-in-law because Larisa was silent, instead of responding. "Say something."

What's something? What did Mother-in-law and Demetrio expect Larisa to say? That he was happy to get a friend whose presence would make Larisa insulted? Or thanking Demetrio for the punishment at least not complaining to Uncle?

"I refused Demetrio's second marriage!" If Larisa screams like that, then she looks really sad.

But if Larisa says, "So, it's good to see you, Isabel, I hope we get pregnant at the same time because Demetrio is so powerful." Then it was certain that Larisa was crazy.

When Larisa was in a craze within him, Demetrio who knew it approached. The man embraced Larisa's shoulder and smiled sweetly at her.

"My wife, say something. Don't tell me you're disappointed? Was my decision less pleasant?"

She knew I wasn't yelling in front of her mother, Larisa thought exasperatedly.

"A—" Larisa's mouth opened, about to speak but clenched again. Then it opens again, "Ak—" then closes again, so he does not want to talk.

Knowing that he could not force himself, Larisa decided to run.

"See you, honey," he kissed Demetrio on the cheek and walked away.

Let's pretend not to see because if he sees then Larisa will be stuck very long.

Meanwhile, Demetrio who saw Larisa run away just chuckled. It was funny to see his face. He doesn't believe that Demetrio can do this even though Demetrio has done a lot of crazy things to him.

"Should Mama call your wife?"

"Let it go" replied Demetrio. "Don't mention anything about what I'm talking about, Ma. For my honor."

"Mama knows."

Demetrio turned to Isabel. "Hello, Pretty. It's nice to meet you."

The woman smiled very sweetly. "It's nice to meet you, Young Master."

"Demetry. Call me Demetrio."

"Good, I—"

"And speak freely."

Demetrio. Touching Isabel's beautiful face was indeed very beautiful and adorable.

"You are my lover today until our marriage takes place. Act like my lover, okay?"

Because then Larisa will be more crazy. He should know that it was he who had to kneel down instead of Demetrio.

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Upstairs, of course Larisa's room was, the woman was holding Sakra's hand firmly. It was therapy as well as impingement because if Larisa went berserk and destroyed the contents of her room, then she admitted defeat to Demetrio.

"I should have paid Bilal for a big caliber weapon as well" Larisa told Sakra but actually imagined Demetrio. "I should have held a real gun yesterday while I was in his bed and hollowed out his head, his chest, including his eggs, because I just wanted him dead. Right so?"

Sakra was focusing on enduring the pain in her hand. Sakra's bones ached amazingly but she held it because Larisa had to vent it.

"Mrs, I brought blueberry ice cream." Mia thrusts a bowl of ice crackers as a form of her loyalty comforting.

But Larisa smiled stiffly. "Thank you, Mia, but honestly I now want fire and not ice cream."

"Good." Mia hurriedly put away the ice cream that she thought could calm Larisa down like a child.

"You're jealous of Demetrio?" sakra asked between her pain rings.

"You want your hand broken?"

"If not, you shouldn't be angry."

"He insulted me!" shouted Kalista, but with a restrained tone. "The second wife a week after marrying me was like an announcement to everyone that the thing she picked up was me, it turns out that it is damaged when it wants to be used so inevitably it has to be replaced because he needs it right now!"

"You don't think that he could have been an ally?"

Larisa's strong grip on Sakra's hand immediately slipped off. Sakra immediately pulled both of her hands and grimaced very painfully. Even he blew both of his hands that were flushed in so much pain.

"I lost my mind for a moment because I was angry" Larisa muttered, with her hand pointing to the ice cream Mia gave earlier.

When the ice cream entered his mouth, the embers on Larisa's face seemed to be extinguished immediately.

"At least we have to make sure he's an ally or an enemy."

Sakra opened her mouth, asking for ice cream as well. Larisa kindly gave it to him because she looked like she wanted to cry in pain.

"Who made sure?" ask Sakra after that.

"Of course," Larisa smiled, "Leadro."

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