Before I could finish, the bodyguards forced the pills down my throat and carried me away.
I felt like a fish on a chopping board—completely powerless.
Back inside the ward, Stella scolded him.
"What are you doing?! I didn't tell you to do that!"
"If you want to prove your sincerity, divorce her! That's the attitude you owe me!"
He coaxed her gently.
"Be good. Other than the marriage title, I can give you everything."
Hours later, she finally fell asleep from exhaustion.
Gerald rubbed his temples, lit a cigarette, and headed toward the emergency room.
"What happened to my wife?" he demanded.
The doctor handed him a file—and what he said next would haunt him for the rest of his life.
