I gently unclipped the dreamcatcher from my neck and handed it to Jasmine.
"May the child in your womb be a blessing to you and Robert," I told her with a smile.
Robert was surprised to hear me say that. As if to appease his conscience, he gave me what he called a 'golden opportunity.'
"I'll allow you to be my child's mother too if you behave yourself and be a good assistant to Jasmine during her pregnancy," he said.
I don't know what happened, but Jasmine suddenly let go of the dreamcatcher and it crashed to the floor. A shard cut her leg, causing her to bleed so much.
As if his life had just been threatened, Robert scooped Jasmine into his arms like a fragile baby.
"Quick! Get the doctor!" he barked orders at the housekeeper to call the family doctor.
Jasmine's mother turned to me and gave me a mocking look.
I don't blame her, because I also found myself laughable. I remembered two days ago when my ulcer flared up—Robert didn't bother about me. He left me and went on an ice cream date with Jasmine.
Even when I had a high fever a week ago, he still didn't care. He simply commanded the housekeeper to disinfect everywhere so that I wouldn't affect Jasmine and her baby.
Realizing my time here is up, I grabbed my suitcase and turned to leave. Robert grabbed my wrist and stopped me.
"Where are you going without apologizing?" he asked.
Jasmine was now sitting on a sofa, giving me a victorious smirk.
"Apologize!" he barked at me.
"But I wasn't—"
Before I could finish my words, he slapped me and kicked my legs, making me fall on my knees before Jasmine. I winced in pain as my knees pressed against the broken dreamcatcher on the floor.
"You knew that nonsense dreamcatcher was broken before you deliberately gave it to her. Don't you think that's your fault and you should apologize?" he said.
I smirked. Saying sorry has been the only word in my vocabulary since I got married to Robert.
Jasmine missed her doctor appointment—I say sorry.
Jasmine vomited after eating a meal she prepared herself—I say sorry.
Robert woke up late and missed his business meeting—I say sorry.
It's not new to me anymore; I'm used to it already.
Taking a deep breath, I fell on my face as if I were greeting a queen.
"I'm truly sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you, ma'am." I raised my head and faced Robert. "Is that enough?" I asked him.
His gaze zeroed in on my knees pressed against the broken dreamcatcher.