Then, he turned to me and said, “Amelia, you can see her legs are still injured. Besides, she’s now pregnant. This room gets plenty of sunlight. It’s good for her health. Why not let her stay here for a few months?”
In the past, Robert never let anyone step in front of me, no matter how many women he played around with, let alone take what was mine. This time, it was different. And that made me mad.
Robert said those women were just for fun and that he enjoyed watching me get jealous over him. He claimed it was all part of his ‘little game’. But Gloria Bello was always different. Out of the eight women, she was the only one who truly mattered to him.
Still, I said nothing and quietly walked toward the guest room.
That night, I woke from a nightmare and felt thirsty. I went to the bar for some water. But as I passed the balcony, I heard Robert talking on the phone. His voice carried a low, mocking laugh.
“I can’t really help it. Gloria got kicked down the stairs and cried so hard. It really pissed me off, so I had to help her vent her anger. After thinking about it, I decided that prison would be the best place for Amelia. That fiery temper of hers needed to be tamed.”