Meanwhile, Diana, after much effort, finally managed to drag David back to the four-person cabin they had purchased on the cruise ship.
As soon as he entered the room, David broke free from Diana's grasp. He sat on the edge of the bed, his mind still racing:
After so many years of marriage with Diana, every time they argued or had a conflict, they would make up before they got out of bed. As long as he was affectionate with her and coaxed her a little, the matter would be completely over, and she would stop bringing up the gambling debts and casino stuff.
Thinking this, David's impatience gradually faded, and he slowly stood up and moved closer to Diana.
He reached out to put his arm around Diana's shoulder, deliberately softening his tone. " Anna, please don't be angry anymore. Things are already like this; it's not worth ruining your health by getting upset."
His breath brushed against Diana's neck.
"Let bygones be bygones. I promise, this is the last time. I really will never gamble again."
"Don't touch me!" A split second before David could touch her, Diana tensed up and instinctively backed away.
Then she pressed her hands firmly against his chest, her face full of resistance, "I don't want this right now, let me calm down!"
With a hint of self-righteousness, he continued to put his arm around her shoulder.
"We are husband and wife, Diana." David's gentle expression froze for a moment, then he acted as if he hadn't heard her refusal.
A smile appeared on his face, but his hands didn't stop moving; instead, he reached forward further, trying to get around the hand that was pressed against his chest.
"Let's be affectionate and make up, okay? Stop being so stubborn." He pressed on relentlessly, leaving Diana with nowhere to retreat.
"This is a four-person room, and it makes me uncomfortable!"
Then Diana hurriedly offered an excuse, "Besides, the other roommate could come back at any time, so don't do anything rash!"
"What a coincidence." David didn't listen to any of her explanations. After being rejected repeatedly, the feigned gentleness on his face finally faded, leaving only naked dominance.
Instead of embracing her, he grabbed Diana's wrist tightly, as hard as an iron clamp.
"Ouch! You're hurting me!" Diana cried out in pain.
"Stop making excuses." David leaned closer to her, his breathing heavy, his eyes red with desire. "You're just being stubborn with me. Is it really necessary to be so dramatic? I'm your husband!"
"I didn't! Let go of me!" Diana struggled desperately, her wrists aching from being gripped so tightly, and tears welled up in her eyes.
She used her other hand to pry David's fingers apart. " David, don't force me, I really don't want to be here!"
David before me had become unfamiliar and terrifying; his eyes held only possession and conquest, devoid of any trace of the warmth he once possessed.
"I'm your husband, this is how it should be between husband and wife." David's tone became increasingly forceful, completely ignoring her struggles, and he grabbed Diana's waist and pulled her towards the bed.
Diana's shoes made a sound as they scraped against the rough floor.
"Wasn't it always like this?" David's desire intensified, mixed with a hint of anger and embarrassment at being rejected.
"This is different!" Diana's struggles were futile in the face of the absolute difference in strength, and she was forcibly dragged to the bedside.
"Please! Don't do this!" she cried, kicking and thrashing about, but David was like a wall pressing down on her.
He knelt on the bed, pressing her down with his body, grabbing both her wrists with one hand and pressing them above her head.
"It'll be over soon, Diana," David's voice rang in her ear, his breath quickening. "You won't be angry anymore, and we can be like before."
"No... please, David... no..." Diana struggled desperately, like a fish out of water.
Tears blurred her vision.
She could feel his other hand roughly pulling at her collar and hear the sound of the cotton shirt buttons popping open.
The first one bounced and landed on the ground.
The second button popped open.
Her collarbone was fully exposed to the room's lights, and her skin was covered in tiny bumps from fear.
David leaned down, his burning lips landing haphazardly on her neck. Diana jerked her head away, and in that moment, her foot kicked the bedside table in her panic. A water glass on the table wobbled and fell to the floor with a thud.
The noise seemed to provoke David.
His movements became more hurried.
The third button, the fourth button...
In despair Diana closed her eyes, and the world turned dark, leaving only the man's burning and heavy oppressive presence.
Just as David's hand reached for more buttons, and Diana was almost about to give up struggling, a sound came.
It was the sound of a door being opened.
The moment the door was pushed open, time seemed to stand still.
David's hand hung in mid-air, Diana's clothes were disheveled, buttons popped open, revealing a small patch of her snow-white collarbone.
Light streamed in from outside, illuminating the chaotic scene in the room: the rumpled bedding, David kneeling by the bedside, leaning forward to pin Diana down, and Diana's disheveled and disheveled appearance.
Mary, the roommate, stood in the doorway, her mouth slightly open, her eyes wide, and her cheeks instantly flushed red.
She then frantically covered her eyes, her voice becoming incoherent. "I'm so sorry! I... I didn't mean to barge in! I might have gone to the wrong place! I'll leave right away!"
She turned to run away, her movements so fast she almost tripped.
"Wait! Mary! Don't go!" David jerked his hand back as if electrocuted, hurriedly getting out of bed. He frantically straightened his shirt, tucking the hem into his trousers in his haste.
He explained, "Ms. Mary, it's nothing, we were just... joking around, just kidding... don't misunderstand..."
Diana paid no heed to David's explanation. She abruptly sat up, clutching her slipping collar tightly, oblivious to the fact that some skin was still exposed at the chest.
She didn't want to stay in that filthy and embarrassing room any longer, and she was even more ashamed to face the awkward gazes of her tenants.
The last shred of dignity in my heart has been crushed to pieces.
Grabbing her coat tightly from the sofa, Diana turned and rushed towards the door.
" Diana!" David stumbled and fell onto the bed from her sudden movement. Watching Diana's resolute figure disappear through the door, his lust vanished, and he panicked.
Ignoring Mary's awkwardness at the door and not having time to tidy his even more disheveled clothes, David hurriedly got out of bed and stumbled after her.
" Diana! Wait for me!"
Mary stood frozen at the doorway, watching the two figures rush out one after the other. She was so embarrassed that she didn't know whether to go in or go back, and her heart was filled with regret and self-blame.
Why did she come back at this time?
And why push that door?