Several times I caught him getting up at night, punching the bathroom mirror until glass shattered everywhere and his fists were a bloody mess. Under my horrified gaze, he'd turn back, hold me—trembling, gentle.
Even now, I can't tell if he was tormented by guilt or performing to keep me bound.
He thought I'd never learn the truth.
A hundred times the liquidated damages as leverage—but he forgot that no wall is airtight.
"Alex. That was our child. Do you even have a heart?"
"So what? Tell everyone he died because I was cheating? What about the company—you want to tank our stock?"
"It's just a kid. We can have another. You want me to die for him?"
The wind screamed, snapping roadside trees and hurling them at the glass wall.
The impact made the glass shudder. The two on the bed couldn't stay calm anymore.
"You're insane! You're fucking insane!"
"Baby, do something! If the glass breaks, we're both dead!"
Lily shook Alex frantically. He sneered, teeth clenched, glaring at me. "This wall is custom bulletproof glass. We've had worse typhoons. It held. What are you afraid of?"
I bent down and cupped his face the way I used to, stroking it gently.
Then my hand came down hard across his cheek.