At the last moment, Larissa did the unexpected. She grabbed the thorn-covered whip with her bare hand. Her palm was pierced at once. A sharp force hit me, throwing me back into the table and smashing the vase we had made together. Pain shot through my body.
When I blinked, Larissa was already supporting the half-unconscious Richard to his feet. He was covered in blood that came from her.
“Larissa, don’t go!” I cried.
However, she just paused with one hand on her belly while she clenched her teeth as she said, “Ajax, I’ve had four abortions for you. And now Richard was hurt today because of you.”
Her voice trembled when she continued, “If anything happens to Richard and my baby today, we won’t have kids!”
“How could you not understand this pain?” she asked.
How could I not understand? For four years, we had tried everything to make Larissa pregnant. From injections, medicines, to even prayers. I had thought the problem was me.
I fell to the floor and clutched the hem of her skirt.
“Larissa, don’t go. I- I’m in so much pain…”
“Stop pretending, Ajax. You weren’t hurt just now.”
Her face was strange, almost cold. She stepped forward and pulled my hand away. I bit back a scream.