About his past

Trapped in the cage of the tall man in front of her, Livy couldn't break free. She just threw herself to be kissed forcibly, taking away her breath, her words of complaint and her resistance.

She had already expected this, after Arthur recovered, she really didn't need to worry about that man anymore. His healthy body has strength that is strong enough than before. The vitality he possessed was completely unfathomable. She felt that in an instant the man who was fragile and gentle before, would turn into a beast when he was above her dominating her.

In the end all night long their bodies were together and they made love until their energy ran out.

The next morning, Livy felt very tired and her back hurt. Right after opening her eyes, she didn't get up immediately, she stared blankly at the ceiling. Has no power. It was only when she took a look at herself that she saw that there were traces of red and purple on her chest and her swollen lips became clear evidence.

Livy turned her head to the side, she felt that Arthur's attitude was very different last night and wanted to be angry with him. But as soon as she saw his handsome sleeping face, the anger disappeared. She got up and went to take a shower.

An hour later, the two of them were at the dining table in an awkward manner. Livy didn't have time to cook as usual, she only bought two bowls of porridge for them and hangover medicine for Arthur. They ate the food stiffly.

"I ..."

"Finish your food first. You must feel uncomfortable from being drunk, take some hangover medicine after eating." Livy interrupted Arthur's words.

She said so, but only half finished the porridge in her bowl, she stood up. Her feet wobbled slightly as she walked away from the dining table. Arthur's guilt returned.

This was clearly his fault and Livy was forced to bear it.

Arthur couldn't remember when he returned home last night. Only vaguely did he feel that she was beside him. Because he loved his little wife so much, he would instinctively touch her when he felt hurt, but he was so emotional that he couldn't help himself. Last night's game in bed seemed rough enough to hurt her.

After eating a little and taking hangover medicine, his head clears up. He entered the room and saw her lying on the bed with her back to him. He immediately went up and put his arm around the small shoulders.

"Forgive me." Arthur kissed Livy's shoulder gently.

Livy was silent.

His hand crept to his little wife's bloated belly and rubbed it gently. "Did I hurt our baby?"

Again, Livy did not answer.

"Your stomach hurts? You feel uncomfortable anywhere, hm? If yes, do we need to see a doctor?" Arthur looked worried because his little wife was silent. He really didn't know how to calm down an angry woman, when she was angry he always felt afraid.

But not long after Arthur gave her time, she suddenly turned her head with a sullen face.

A face like this reminded Arthur of a little chubby girl and her mushroom hair.

"You're angry?" He asked gently.

Livy shook her head.

Arthur looked at her carefully and said, "But I hurt you. I don't know why I lost control last night and played without your consent."

Hearing this, she was a bit offended. "Aren't we husband and wife? Why do we need such an agreement? You want to do it, then do it. You ask me if I'm angry? Why am I angry after being fucked by my own husband?"

Arthur could not react for long. Livy who is very emotional is very rarely faced, the last time was at the hospital when the girl wanted to leave him. He wanted to say something, but was afraid he would say the wrong thing.

"You don't want to explain something to me?" Livy pressed him.

"..." Arthur just looked confused.

Livy hated having to explain this, but she explained anyway, "Something must have happened to you. You came home so wasted and unconscious. You were so emotional and even played rough. Is there something you are hiding from me?"

Arthur already suspected that Livy could feel the change in his attitude this time.

If he wasn't drunk he would have been able to control his mood, he wouldn't have emotionally attacked her. At this moment he regretted that he was drunk.

"I broke my ties with father." Arthur finally started.

Livy was surprised to hear this, and waited for the continuation.

"You must have heard that I am not my father's biological son ... do you want to hear the truth?"

"Hm?"

"Do you want to know my past?"

His past? Livy never thought to ask Arthur this. After she found out that he was only living as a money machine for his family, she was very sad for him, but never dared to bring it up for fear of making him recall unpleasant memories.

From the gossip heard, she indeed heard that Arthur was not of the flesh and blood of the family, and felt that their family's outrageous attitude towards him was probably for this reason.

And now when Arthur offered to explain, Livy naturally wanted to know.

"I want to." She removed the blanket and sat down. Sitting up suddenly she forgot the pain in her waist and groaned.

Arthur carefully arranged the headboard pillows and helped her lean on them.

"I already guessed you didn't have time to ask me." Arthur gently held her hand as if giving it strength of its own.

Not don't have time, she had that time. Just when she heard the sudden rumor that Arthur was not Luther's real son, she didn't have the courage to ask.

"Livy ..." Arthur looked her straight in the eyes.

Livy looked back at him.

"I'm Luther Finnegan's biological son." Arthur kept looking at her and started his story. "Nancy, who was my father's young wife, faked my DNA test in the past and started my mother's suffering until she finally died."

Livy was very surprised.

"When I was 15 years old, a woman suddenly came to the house. At that time my father was not there. My mother and I were in the yard to relax together. The woman was still younger than my mother, with a haughty and arrogant style, she asked my mother to release my father. Then she claimed to be my father's legal wife and they had a 10 year old child. My mother was in shock, so her heart disease recurred and she was rushed to the hospital. When my father met my mother at the hospital, they had a big fight."

The story of the affair of one man and two women, it's like a drama.

Livy sadly guessed the woman to be Nancy, and the 10 year old child to be Matthew.

"Recognizing the fact that my father had been having an affair for more than five years, my mother wanted a divorce. Instead of explaining the situation or apologizing, my father agreed. He angrily threw documents in my mother's face, and it was a DNA test that had been falsified. That's why my father not against divorce."

Arthur smiled bitterly in remembrance.

"No matter how hard my mother explained the truth, my father only believed the evidence and accused her of giving birth to someone else's child for him. Thinking that she would fall for the dump, my mother was not worried, on the contrary she thought highly of me. After thinking more clearly, she made a deal with father. She was sick and she didn't have much savings for me, so she negotiated on me. At that time she firmly asked my father to at least support me until I graduated from school and college. Only then did they really separate while waiting for the truth to reveal itself."

Arthur self-deprecated as he continued, "While my mother was negotiating this, she thought I didn't hear their argument. She asked my father to pose as husband and wife who are still together in front of me even though they are legally divorced. For three years until graduation high school, I follow their game.”

"..." Livy felt short of breath.

The age she met her handsome older brother was the age at which Arthur was experiencing all of this.

“Even in those years, the truth that my mother was referring to never emerged. She had no power behind her back, so she had no hard evidence and her weak body became even more sick.”

Arthur's tone turned cold on the next note.

"Once, he poured wine on my mother who was lying weak. No matter how she choked, he kept screaming angrily, wanting them to separate immediately. I, who saw this immediately protected my mother, but he threw the wine bottle at me until my head hurt and keep shouting the word 'illegitimate child'."

When Livy heard this, Luther really was the lowest man she had ever known. There was no reverence on his face anymore.

"The events of that time are vague in my mind. My mother had become very weak. Whenever he had the chance, he would bring the woman home more often, and make me see the little boy. I didn't greet him, but he made a big fuss about it and complained to my father, saying I was bothering him. And countless times father would yell at me while hitting me every time it happened. He would even hit my mother who was sickly." Arthur couldn't seem to hold back his own story and his voice was shaking.

Livy, who saw this, immediately held his hands tightly, trying to comfort him.

"I'm alright." He smiled weakly seeing her actions.

She couldn't smile at all, just kept holding it.

"Then just when the situation in my family calmed down a bit, it didn't last long. I don't remember what happened. It seems I was suddenly drugged and unconscious, when I woke up, I was in the middle of a lonely forest, with no one to turn to for help."

Livy covered her mouth in disbelief. "How could it be?"

Who dumped him in there?

"I walked aimlessly for two days straight, eating grass and wild fruit until my stomach hurt, drinking river water hoping to find a way out. I was 18 then, I thought about my mother and determined to make it home. Luckily I was lucky that when I was about to faint from hunger, a kind-hearted aunt found me."

“Then you came straight back at that time?”

"Not really." Arthur shook his head. "Auntie drove me to the police station because I said an address she didn't know. When the police heard the address I gave, it was far out of town, many miles away, and I had to get back on a ship."

"But how did you get out of town?" Livy was shocked.

"I don't know." Arthur shook his head darkly.

"I made it home the next two days. So I was out for about a week and didn't see my mother. A neighbor who saw me come home said my mother was taken to the hospital two days earlier." As he said this, countless emotions made it hard for him to breathe.

"Then your mother ... how is your mother?" Livy was afraid to ask this.

Arthur gulped hard. "In a coma. She was unconscious when I arrived, and the doctor said her life expectancy was small. I immediately sat near her, spoke to her, I held her hand and promised firmly. I said I would take her away after this. But it was as if she just there to await my arrival, after I said that …”

A drop of his tear could not stand it for long.

"After that ... my mother ...."

Arthur shook his head, his body trembled, he couldn't continue those words anymore.

That his mother ... had died.

... to be continued ...