“It’s okay, Nathaniel. Just die. Eighteen years from now, I’ll be a cute little fool again.”
“Promise me that in your next life, before my alcoholic father beats me to death, you’ll find me and continue to support me.”
Nathaniel clenched his fists, his eyes red.
“Vivian!”
He slapped me across the face.
“If you dare touch a hair on Emily’s head, I’ll kill you!”
He hit me so hard . My cheeks swelled instantly, and blood oozed from the corners of my mouth.
Licking my lips, I backhanded Emily and slapped her hard.
“She’s hurt, but you’re hurting. This deal’s worth it.”
Emily was stunned, then threw herself into Nathaniel’s arms, sobbing uncontrollably.
“Nathaniel, why does Vivian always bully me?”
Nathaniel’s eyes blazed, and he raised his hand to strike me again.
I confronted him without flinching. His eyes were filled with disgust and hatred, with no trace of the love he once had. But wasn’t it he who relentlessly pursued me for two years, repeatedly getting drunk and kneeling before me, crying and professing his love, until I finally relented and agreed?
And since when had his heart and eyes become filled with only Emily?
Seeing my pale face, Nathaniel’s hand froze in mid-air.