Chapter 120
Chapter 120
It tasted both unpleasant and sweet.
But how could it be sweet? Had he accidentally used sugar instead of salt?
Hank hurried to the kitchen, grabbing the seasoning box to check if it contained sugar, salt, or monosodium glutamate. All of them were stored together, so it was possible he had confused the sugar for salt earlier.
Before marrying, Hank had his mother cooking for him at home. After he got married, the Hunt sisters took over the kitchen duties. He had never needed to cook for himself, which explained why his dish turned out so poorly—he had mistaken sugar for salt.
Next, he glanced at the pasta simmering in the pot. Since Liberty had measured everything for him, the pasta itself was likely fine to eat.
Still, the spoiled Hank found it hard to swallow plain pasta without any seasoning or meat.
Frustrated, he thought of all the effort he had put in during the first half of the day, only to return to find no food waiting for him. Angrily, he stormed into the room and his irritation grew when he saw Liberty sitting on the bed, engrossed in her phone.
In a sudden burst of rage, he lunged forward, knocked Liberty’s phone from her hands, and grabbed her hair, dragging her to the floor.
He began to unleash a flurry of punches and kicks at Liberty, careful not to yell out and disturb their son, who was sound asleep.
Liberty was caught off guard by Hank’s unexpected assault and found herself pulled to the ground by her hair. Once she regained her composure, she fought back immediately.
Though Hank had the advantage of being a man and had surprised her, Liberty refused to back down. Even as her face and nose became swollen and bruised from his blows, she remembered what a colleague had once told her: during the first fight in a relationship, a woman must win at all costs to show that she is not easily intimidated.
That was the only way to contain a man. If a woman lost the initial confrontation, the man would inevitably become addicted to violence.
When it comes to domestic abuse, there are either no incidents or an overwhelming number of them.
Hank threw another punch at Liberty. Despite the pain she was experiencing, she clutched his fist tightly and bit down hard on his arm, causing Hank to cry out in agony. In retaliation, Hank used his other hand to yank at Liberty’s hair, but the more he pulled, the tighter her grip became.
“Liberty, let go! Let go of me! We both need to let go!” Hank shouted, overwhelmed by the situation.
He released the hand that was tugging at her hair and used it to shove Liberty away.
As soon as he freed himself, Liberty lunged at him.
Over the past two years of motherhood, Liberty had not focused on her physique and had gained about thirty to forty pounds since their marriage. She pressed her full weight onto Hank, who felt as though he was being crushed by a heavy stone.
This time, Liberty seized the advantage. Taking a deep breath, she slapped both sides of Hank’s face with all her strength.
Liberty fought back with the same intensity that Hank had shown earlier. She didn’t stop until he was crying and blood trickled from the corners of his mouth.
After catching her breath, Liberty turned and headed to the kitchen to retrieve a knife.
By this time, Hank had managed to get back on his feet and called his parents and sister, claiming he had taught Liberty a lesson, but now she was striking back. When he saw Liberty charging at him with a knife, fear took over, and he quickly lost any desire to complain. Hank found himself being chased around the room, ultimately seizing a moment to dash outside.