Cedric turned his face away, as if even looking at me made him feel dirty. The he gently wrapped an arm around Melina, holding her like a precious treasure he’d almost lost—every movement careful, cherishing.
“Melina,” he said softly, “tell me. How do you want to vent your anger?”
Melina glanced smugly at my deathly pale face.
“Bring that bastard over,” she said sweetly. “Burn it in front of her as an offering to heaven.”
My eyes widened, bloodshot, disbelief tearing through me. “Cedric, are you insane?! That was our child!”
But he replied coldly, without hesitation. “As long as Melina is happy, I don't care. This is the price you pay for hurting her, Yvonne.”
Amid my hoarse, desperate screams, Melina personally had someone bring the corpse of my already fully formed child from the hospital.
Right in front of me, she tossed him into the fire basin.
The flames surged up like venomous snakes, instantly devouring him.
“No!” I screamed at the top of my lungs.
The overpowering stench of burning flesh assaulted my senses.
It felt as though my body had been ripped apart, as if my soul itself had been torn from its place.
Even so, Melina still wasn’t satisfied.
“Strip her,” she said coldly. “Sew the word ‘bitch’ onto her back.”
Cedric frowned slightly, and with a trace of displeasure in his tone, he muttered, “Melina.”
But she didn’t back down. She clung to his arm and shook it. “Cedric, my mouth hurts. I won’t even be able to eat hot food for weeks!”
In the end, Cedric looked at her helplessly, indulgence winning out. “Just this once. Don’t take it too far.”
As such, I closed my eyes in resignation. Inside, everything was already desolate and numb.
No matter how I begged, no matter how hysterically I screamed, the needle behind me still came down with ruthless precision.
As blood beaded and spilled, pleasure appeared in Melina’s eyes, and her hand only grew harsher.
I lay sprawled on the ground, stripped bare, forced to endure the lewd, mocking stares of the surrounding bodyguards.
In the end, the pain overwhelmed me, and I passed out.
Just before losing consciousness, I caught a fleeting trace of pain in Cedric’s eyes, but it vanished almost instantly.
When I woke up, I was still lying on the cold floor, but the word “bitch” was crudely stitched across my back.
Gritting my teeth, I called my father once again. “Dad, I want a divorce from Cedric.”