He frowned the moment he saw me and sneered. “Didn’t you say you wanted a divorce? And now you’re chasing me all the way to the hospital. Yvonne, don’t you think you’re pathetic?”
My heart trembled, but I didn’t try to defend myself. After seven years together, he had never once believed me—so why bother explaining now?
Seeing me stay silent only made Zayn more certain that I was playing hard to get. The contempt in his eyes deepened.
I was just about to step aside and leave when I bumped straight into Natalie coming from the other direction.
She fell to the ground, her eyes instantly welling up with tears. “Why did you push me? If you’re angry with me, you can just say it. There’s no need for this kind of petty behavior.”
But I hadn’t done anything at all. Before I could react, Zayn rushed over and slapped me hard across the face.
The force was so strong that my body—already weak from years of abuse—couldn’t take it. I fell straight to the ground.
A flicker of emotion crossed Zayn’s eyes.
He helped Natalie up and she frowned at me. “Miss Quell, stop pretending. I know I’ve tested medicine on you all these years, but I’ve also kept your body strong and healthy.”