Just then, Dominic’s face shifted, a flicker of conflict in his eyes. But looking away from me, he again defended his girl. “Marina’s your junior. She can’t actually hurt you. There’s no need to overreact.”
“Can’t hurt me?”
A bitter laugh tore from my throat. “You call emptying out everything of value from my house ‘not hurting me’?”
Marina’s face went white.
Only then did Dominic seem to notice that most of my valuables were already packed and carted off under her direction.
“Dominic,” I said, my voice shaking with rage. “This woman even tried to take the five-gram ring you gave me when we had nothing. And you still believe she doesn’t care about your money?”
“Mr. Vale!” Marina suddenly spoke up, her tone sharp. “If you really believe her, then I’ll walk away right now. Everything you’ve ever given me, I’ll return it, every last thing.”
She then spun around as if to leave, but Dominic caught her wrist.