Even as I collapsed, foaming at the mouth, she had stepped over me without so much as a pause.
Before I blacked out, I vaguely heard her instruct the butler, “Disinfect the whole living room. Knox is coming back tomorrow. I don’t want him smelling anything foul.”
Fingers tightening around the suitcase handle, I turned to leave.
But then Giselle grabbed my wrist, her touch ice cold.
“Apologize.”
“Wha—”
Before I could finish, she shoved me roughly toward Knox.
My knee slammed into the diamond shards, scraping open against them, and the white floor was soon stained with blood.
At the sight of it, Giselle recoiled, releasing me with a look full of disdain.
“You broke Knox’s bracelet on purpose and hurt him too. Don’t you think you owe him an apology?”
After marrying Giselle, “I’m sorry” had become my daily chant.
Was the soup too bland? I’m sorry.
Texted her out of worry when she got drunk? Sorry for disturbing you.
I accidentally caught a glimpse of Knox’s message asking her to meet at a hotel. Sorry for invading your privacy.
Biting down on my bloodied lip, I swallowed the bitterness and rose to my feet.
I bowed to Knox, ninety degrees, twice, thrice.
Then, with hollow eyes, I turned to Giselle.
In a voice barely above a whisper, I asked, “Is that enough?”
She stared at the blood staining my lips, her chest rising and falling with barely contained irritation.
“Milo, your precious old man isn’t here anymore. Who do you think you’re putting on this pitiful act for?”
Before I could say a word, the family doctor arrived in a rush.
Without a glance my way, Giselle brushed past me and led the doctor straight to Knox.
While her heart and mind were wrapped around Knox, I stepped quickly through the front door.
Two sharp honks were heard just as I reached the villa’s threshold.
Spotting the silver sedan outside the iron gates, I quickened my pace without thinking.
But before the gate could swing open, two bodyguards appeared out of nowhere and yanked me back by force.
Inside the study, Giselle had me tied up like a criminal on trial.
At her cold command, someone plunged a thick needle, almost as wide as a child’s arm, straight into my vein.
Through the half-open door, I caught the doctor’s voice.