The sacrifices that were once made out of love became cheap and taken for granted in his eyes.
"Yeah, I don't want to do it today."
It was my first time talking back to him. Before, I had always been obedient to him.
He looked at me with his pupils trembling, so surprised that he could not speak.
Zevanka, who was standing outside the door barefoot, came in crying and tugged at the hem of his clothes.
"Cornelius, forget it. I can do it myself."
"Jessica, please don't argue with him because of me."
"Tomorrow is your wedding anniversary. He has specially booked a venue to celebrate it with you! He even bought a gift for you ...."
Seeing the girl cry, the pain in his heart almost overflowing.
"I think she doesn't want to have any gifts. This anniversary is not a good idea!"
"Yeah, let's just forget about it." I followed his words and added another sentence.
I used to be cared most about these anniversaries and he knew it too.
But I let it go, which caught him a bit surprised.
He was a bit angry, as if he felt that I had humiliated him. He picked up a cup beside him and threw it at me.
Winter barked, jumped up and knocked the cup over. The cup fell to the ground and broke into pieces.
Zevanka was afraid of the puppy jumped up to her, so she stepped on those fragments with her bare feet.
For a moment, sharp screams echoed through the night sky.
The floor of the bedroom was covered in blood. She kept shouting in pain and her crying never stopped.
"Jessica!"
Cornelius' eyes were bloodshot and his pair of resentful eyes fell on me and then followed me to Winter.
That gaze seemed to want to tear our tendons and skin us alive.
An ominous premonition arose and I rushed over to hug Winter, but Cornelius snacthed it first.
He lifted the dog with one hand, full of murderous intent.
"This dog is just like its owner, it really tired of living."
"Cornelius, let it go!"
I pulled his hand and tried to reach it, but the man was a head taller than me and I could not reach it even if I jumped up.
"I beg you not to harm it."
I begged him with sobs.
In countless nights without Cornelius and in the nights when I was sad for Cornelius, it was Winter who accompanied me.
Winter was strangled by the neck and in his hands, it went from barking in the beginning to whimpering later.
I watched it gradually lose its vitality.
Cornelius snorted coldly, lifted it up and smashed it on the ground.