The clip ended in seconds, but Erving’s rage did not. He yanked me forward by the collar. His eyes were terrifyingly bloodshot, as if he wanted to devour me alive.
“Still pretending? If anything happens to Anya, I swear, Mandy, you’ll die with her!”
The hatred in his eyes was so absolute that my heart already full of countless wounds, gave up.
I summoned all my strength to retort, “Why would I kidnap her? Erving, after everything between us, do you really think I’d stoop that low? You actually believe her over me?”
“Who else am I supposed to believe?!”
He sneered, cold and humorless, and shoved me hard to the floor.
My back slammed against the corner of the table. Pain shot up my spine, stealing my breath. Tears stung my eyes, but not from the pain.
It was from the man standing before me—the man who once vowed to protect me for life—now refusing even to hear me.
He didn’t spare me a glance as he walked toward the door, threatening me. “I’m going to find Anya. If you even think about running, you won’t be able to handle the consequences!”
The door slammed shut behind him, and silence settled over the room again.