Sarah closed the distance in two strides, grabbed a fistful of my hair, and wrenched my head back.
"Husband?" she sneered.
"You think you deserve that title?"
"Roland, I married you for one reason—to make you suffer."
"Your father destroyed Simon's family. Ruined everything he had. That debt falls on you."
I froze.
My father destroyed Simon's family?
That was absurd. My father ran a clean business. He would never have hurt anyone.
"That's bullshit!"
I thrashed against her grip.
Sarah shoved me away.
"Deny it all you want."
"Either way, you'll spend the rest of your life paying for it."
She turned to Simon, her voice softening instantly.
"Simon, how would you like to punish him?"
Simon stared at me.
"Sarah, I've been getting dizzy a lot lately. The doctor says I'm anemic."
"Why don't we have Mr. Kaufman donate some blood?"
Sarah agreed without hesitation.
"Done."
She called in a private doctor. Several people pinned me down on the table and drew a full eight hundred milliliters of blood.
My vision went black. Cold seeped through every inch of my body. I collapsed on the floor, too weak to even lift a finger.
Sarah looked down at me. There wasn't a shred of pity in her eyes.
"This is just the beginning."