While Noah was persuaded by his uncle, Ari was sitting against her bed. Hunger and thirst had caused her head to throb, her stomach was rumbling, and her throat was parched. Her situation was so much worse that she was even inclined to drink water from the faucet of her bathing room if only there was any water inside it.
That f*cking soon-to-be ex-husband of hers even cut off the water supply of the bathing room, which caused Ari to be completely shattered. Currently, she was only alive for her freaking pride and whatever self-respect and preservation was left inside her.
She was a gentle woman but in the past three days, she had cursed like a sailor and hoped that all the curses landed in the ears of her husband who locked her up in this room.
