The crisp sound of my palm meeting her cheek echoed through the room like a gunshot.
Bianca froze, her hand instinctively flying to her face. “You dare hit me?” she hissed, her voice trembling with rage. “Troy has loved me since we were children. He wouldn’t even raise his voice at me. Who the hell do you think you are?”
Before I could step back, she screamed, “Hold her down!”
My body stiffened. I turned to see the bodyguards standing at the entrance, Troy’s men.
Bianca tilted her chin and sneered, “You work for Troy Green. Ask yourself–who do you think he values more?”
They didn’t even speak. The silence was more deafening than a verdict. One by one, they moved toward me, and I laughed. I actually laughed, even as my eyes burned with tears.
So this was it. Everyone knew how much Bianca meant to him. It took me two years of a cold, silent marriage to finally understand what the world around me already knew.
Bianca’s hand moved faster than I could react. The first slap landed square on my cheek, searing like fire. Then came second. The third. I tasted blood.
I tried to fight her off, but the bodyguards pinned my arms.
“You think you matter?” Bianca whispered in my ear, her breath thick with hatred. “Troy only married you to shut his family up. But in his heart… I’ve always been the one.”
Her words sliced deeper than the blows.
She continued hitting me, again and again. My face stung. My ears rang. My body twisted beneath their grip, but there was no escape.
Tears blurred my vision, but through the haze, I saw her smile, twisted, satisfied, victorious.
“How many?” she asked casually, glancing at one of the guards.
“Ninety–nine,” one of them answered coldly.
She giggled. “Let’s make it even.”
The final slap knocked something loose inside me. I coughed, and blood spilled from my mouth.
And then darkness.
I heard the door slam open, followed by a voice I used to long for.
“What the hell is going on here?!” Troy asked.
But I was already slipping.
When I woke again, the bedroom ceiling looked unfamiliar in its stillness. My entire body throbbed. My face burned. I turned my head slowly and saw him sitting beside me, expression unreadable.
“I know everything that happened,” Troy said flatly.
I swallowed, throat like sandpaper. “And?”
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Chapter 6
The crisp sound of my palm meeting her cheek echoed through the room like a gunshot.
Bianca froze, her hand instinctively flying to her face. “You dare hit me?” she hissed, her voice trembling with rage. “Troy has loved me since we were children. He wouldn’t even raise his voice at me. Who the hell do you think you are?”
Before I could step back, she screamed, “Hold her down!”
My body stiffened. I turned to see the bodyguards standing at the entrance, Troy’s men.
Bianca tilted her chin and sneered, “You work for Troy Green. Ask yourself–who do you
think he values more?”
They didn’t even speak. The silence was more deafening than a verdict. One by one, they moved toward me, and I laughed. I actually laughed, even as my eyes burned with tears.
So this was it. Everyone knew how much Bianca meant to him. It took me two years of a cold, silent marriage to finally understand what the world around me already knew.
Bianca’s hand moved faster than I could react. The first slap landed square on my cheek, searing like fire. Then came second. The third. I tasted blood.
I tried to fight her off, but the bodyguards pinned my arms.
“You think you matter?” Bianca whispered in my ear, her breath thick with hatred. “Troy only married you to shut his family up. But in his heart… I’ve always been the one.”
Her words sliced deeper than the blows.
She continued hitting me, again and again. My face stung. My ears rang. My body twisted beneath their grip, but there was no escape.
Tears blurred my vision, but through the haze, I saw her smile, twisted, satisfied, victorious.
“How many?” she asked casually, glancing at one of the guards.
“Ninety–nine,” one of them answered coldly.
She giggled. “Let’s make it even.”
The final slap knocked something loose inside me. I coughed, and blood spilled from my
mouth.
And then darkness.
I heard the door slam open, followed by a voice I used to long for.
“What the hell is going on here?!” Troy asked.
But I was already slipping.
When I woke again, the bedroom ceiling looked unfamiliar in its stillness. My entire body throbbed. My face burned. I turned my head slowly and saw him sitting beside me, expression unreadable.
“I know everything that happened,” Troy said flatly.
I swallowed, throat like sandpaper. “And?”
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“Bianca… she’s been spoiled since childhood,” he replied, as if it were an excuse, not a confession. “I’ve already punished her. Don’t take it to heart.”
I stared at him in disbelief. “Punished her how?”
He was quiet for a moment, then reached into his pocket and held out… a lock of dark
brown hair.
“She cut yours,” he said. “So she cut off some of hers. As an apology.”
I almost laughed.
“You think that’s enough? She slapped me a hundred times, Troy. Should I just slap her once and call it even?”
He didn’t flinch. “Her hands are swollen. That’s punishment enough.”
I stared at him. Something inside me cracked. I let out a hollow laugh, one that turned into sobs before I could stop it.
“Why did I ever fall in love with you?” I whispered.
Troy opened his mouth, but I didn’t let him speak.
With every last ounce of strength I had left, I grabbed the glass vase beside the bed and hurled it to the floor. It shattered into a hundred glinting pieces.
“Get out!” screamed, voice raw and shaking.
He stood slowly, brushing nonexistent dust from his jacket.
“You’re angry. I get it,” he said in that same indifferent tone. “But the doctor said you need to rest. Don’t make yourself worse.”
And just like that, he walked out.
The door clicked shut, and I finally broke.
