The love in his eyes had been so intense it nearly overflowed. His eyes were red, afraid I’d feel even a hint of grievance.
“Someday,” he promised, “I’ll buy you jewelry that’s more expensive, more luxurious. Yvonne, I swear it.”
But now, there was nothing left in his eyes except the dull numbness of someone just going through the motions.
Just then, the doors were shoved open, and Melina stumbled in, utterly disheveled.
The blood at the corners of her mouth had already dried. The stitches were also gone, but tiny needle marks were still visible on her upper and lower lips.
“Cedric, save me!” she begged.
Cedric’s pupils shrank slightly. He rushed forward so fast he didn’t even notice his slippers slipping off just to catch Melina in his arms.
Her eyes burned with hatred as she glared at me, venom spilling from her gaze. “She had people sew my mouth shut! And she locked me in an ice-cold room all night! Cedric, divorce her, please? She’s going to kill me. My mouth hurts so badly. She even turned that incident into a PowerPoint and posted it online. Now the hospital director told me to get out. My whole future is ruined. I don’t want to live anymore.”