“Mommy, eat.”
But Richard caught him, throwing the cracker straight into the trash.
“Ethan, be good. Mommy isn’t hungry. Go play by yourself.”
Even without looking at his face, I could sense Richard’s smug satisfaction.
I couldn’t understand how someone could be so cruel.
Two days later, starving and faint, I finally knocked weakly on the door.
“Let me out. I promise—I won’t interfere with your brother anymore.”
I had given in.
Richard was delighted with my surrender. He opened the door, smirking.
“Now that’s more like it. Husband and wife should be united.”
“Don’t worry. If your brother really dies, your parents will have me to help look after them.”
Look after them? From a man this cold-blooded? I almost laughed.
Instead, I went straight to the fridge, grabbed a carton of milk, and gulped it down like someone starved to death.
Richard watched mockingly, but I didn’t care.
Once I’d regained some strength, I asked for my phone.
“Give me my phone. I haven’t checked work messages in two days—I might miss something important.”
Reluctantly, he handed it back.
When I opened it, there were over a dozen missed calls and countless unread messages. Rage surged through me.