Seeing my bloodthirsty smile, Marcus’s rage cooled instantly.]
He spun around and burst into the OR. The girl had just come off anesthesia, screaming her head off.
“Marcus! She killed our baby! Kill her, KILL HERI“]
His eyes swept over her blood–soaked lower body. He scooped her up and stormed over, pressing his gun to my head.]
“Reagan, you’ve gone too fucking fart“||
laughed, brushing the barrel aside and blowing smoke in his face.
“So? You gonna kill me to avenge that bastard?”
“Or maybe-“]]
I leaned closer, pulling a knife from my thigh
“You wanna gut me too? Help her get even?”
“Too bad there’s nothing in my belly, Gonna disappoint you, Marcus.”
Mid–sentence, I slid the blade halfway into the wound. The girl went silent.
Marcus’s bodyguards immediately surrounded me.
With the knife twisted, the girl whimpered in her drugged haze.
After a long moment, he looked at me and suddenly laughed, raising his hand.
“Get the FUCK out! I didn’t call you over!“[]
“Reagan, you’re something else.”
“Right back at ya. You taught me well.”]
To turn me into someone like him, he destroyed ten of my boyfriends.
To force me to marry him, he made me hold the knife that pierced my boyfriend’s heart.]
He said:]
“Once you become like me, only I’ll be worthy of you.“[]
He dragged me from grace into the gutter. Turn the pure white rose into something bloody and broken
Now he says he likes them pure?]
Fucking hilarious.
“What’s wrong? I accepted your gift and you’re not happy?”
“Makes sense though. You always preferred cutting off hands and feet. Your style would’ve been making sure she could never
get pregnant again. I was too soft–I’ll remember that next time.“]
Marcus stared at me for ages before finally carrying her out.]]
“Reagan, remember this–this shit isn’t over.”
The consequences came faster than I expected.]
Chapter 2
That night, the doctor who’d done ten IVF rounds with me texted.]
He said Marcus had terminated all future treatments and was taking the medical team to treat Wendy at his villa.
Even my psychiatric meds got confiscated–apparently the “fragile” Wendy needed them more.
When the bodyguards left, I was staring at the ceramic pieces in my display case–stuff Marcus and I made together during our honeymoon phase.
Butler Frank got pissed and packed everything into boxes.
“Sir’s way out of line this time. How can he turn against you for some outsider?“]
“Without your support, he’d be six feet under by now!“]
I shook my head, voice light with amusement.
“Just a toy. Let him throw his tantrum. When he’s done, I’ll go collect his corpse.”
“Toss this stuff. Oh, and bring me Marcus’s antique collection.”
I sipped wine under the moonlight, noticing for the first time how pretty these antiques actually were.[]
Too bad. Pretty things break so easily.
I played with the hammer in my hand.
