He paraded Cindy at every event of the Garcia Group, introducing her as his perfect work partner.
In comparison, I felt like a rat, undeserving and discarded.
Even when I laid down my pride, allowing him to trample over my dignity, I couldn't secure a place in this battle for his heart.
I no longer wanted what I could never have.
Cindy's face swelled from where I had hit her, tears streaming down her cheeks.
Eason, seething with rage, cursed as he tended to her, applying ointment with practiced ease.
After soothing Cindy, he turned to me, his tone threatening.
"Yara, stop being so shameless. Cindy did nothing wrong. When she woke up in the hospital yesterday, the first thing she did was urge me to find you at the wedding."
"Look at yourself now—a jealous wreck! How can you even compare to her kindness?"
"Yara, this is your last chance—apologize to her!"
"If you cause more trouble, get out of here!"
I ignored him, focused on gathering my scattered belongings.
As time ticked by, Eason's patience wore thin.
He strode over, grabbed my hair, and yanked my head back. His face twisted with rage.
Pain shot through my scalp as I gritted my teeth, refusing to scream. My eyes, bloodshot, locked onto his.