Married at First Sight Chapter 284

Chapter 284

“You’ve had too much to drink. You smell like alcohol. Go take a shower.”

Disgusted by the stench, Liberty kicked Hank.

Now that she had discovered his infidelity, Liberty decided to heed her sister’s advice and avoid alarming him. She would continue her life as if nothing had happened while secretly gathering evidence of his cheating, ensuring he couldn’t manipulate his way out of it.

As for whether Hank would harm her, Liberty didn’t believe he was that cruel. Moreover, with today’s technology, the police could easily solve a murder case. His wrongdoing would not go unnoticed if he ever laid a hand on her.

He wouldn’t jeopardize his future for her life.

Despite his swearing, Hank eventually went to take a shower.

Once he emerged from the bathroom, he lay down next to his son again. However, within two minutes, he sat up and crawled toward his son’s feet, sliding his hand onto Liberty’s thigh. His intentions were unmistakable.

Although Hank was repulsed by Liberty’s body, Jessica had ignited a desire within him. Since they were a couple in the eyes of the law, he felt he could only satisfy himself with Liberty.

In the past, Liberty would have gone along with his advances whenever his hand grazed her thigh.

This time, he had merely touched her thigh after she had offered him her foot. Taken by surprise, he was kicked off the bed and landed on his bottom.

Furious, Hank got to his feet and pointed at Liberty, ready to explode when she slid off the bed, grabbing her slipper as she passed by. With Liberty charging at him, prepared to confront him, Hank was reminded of the time he had run several blocks with a knife-wielding woman on his tail.

Suddenly, he found himself at a loss for words.

“Get lost!”

Liberty

She threw her slipper at him and hissed in a low voice, “Don’t you dare wake my son.”

Hank raised a finger to her face, his cheeks flushed with anger. Yet, he couldn’t find the words to respond. Ultimately, he stormed out, filled with bitter resentment.

Liberty went to close and lock the bedroom door. Had it not been for the phone call with her sister an hour earlier, she might have considered being intimate with Hank. After all, they were a married couple.

Now that Liberty was aware of Hank’s ultimate betrayal—whether it was emotional or physical—she could no longer accept him; the thought of him made her sick.

At a safe distance from Liberty, Hank began to speak. “Look at your fat and ugly self. I can only stand you in the dark. I wouldn’t even touch you if the lights were on. I was doing you a favor! Do you really think you’re still the beautiful girl you were long ago?”

“Fine, have it your way. I’m never touching you again!” Hank opted for a passive-aggressive stance, wanting Liberty to feel the repercussions of his anger. He believed that at thirty years old, she should be able to control her urges.

After unleashing his tirade on Liberty, Hank retreated to the guest room for another shower, this time cold. He then collapsed onto the bed and fell asleep.

When he woke up the next morning, Liberty and their son were gone.

He brushed his teeth and freshened up before heading to the kitchen out of habit. Approaching the stove, he lifted the lids from each pot, only to find them empty. “I might as well hire a housekeeper instead of having a wife. What’s the point of having a wife if she can’t even make breakfast? I work every day and bring home the bacon while she stays home taking care of a child. Can’t she whip up a quick breakfast for me? What’s the use of having her around?”

Rubbing his belly, Hank realized he was starving. He opened the

Hank opened the fridge, only to find it nearly empty. He had initially considered making himself a bowl of pasta but quickly abandoned the idea. This was largely because Hank was inept in the kitchen. Before his marriage, his parents and sister did all the cooking for him, and after he married Liberty, she and Serenity took over those duties. Hank simply sat back and enjoyed the meals. He stepped out of the kitchen and glanced at the clock on the wall. It was only seven o’clock in the morning. Where could Liberty and their son be at this hour? Were they at the market shopping for groceries?