Mark himself promised to cooperate fully and help her recover as much as possible.
“David, you should be more generous. Didn’t the doctors say? Rachel’s amnesia is her body’s way of defending itself, shutting away memories of you because she can’t face losing her child.”
“It isn’t her fault. Until her condition improves, you ought to support her—not abandon her!”
But even after all the accusations, I remained firm.
“Either she goes to the psychiatric hospital, or I file for divorce!”
“You wretch! You’re dead set on abandoning my daughter, aren’t you?”
“My poor girl, how could she end up with a heartless man like you!”
Mrs. Green burst into tears.
My father slapped me hard across the face.
“Take back what you just said—now!”
“I won’t change my mind.”
I remained cold and unmoved.
Mr. Green finally lost control.
He lunged at me, grabbed me by the collar, and pounded my face with his fists.
The pain made my whole body tremble, blood dripping from the corner of my mouth.
But I didn’t resist.
I didn’t fight back.
And Mrs. Green wasn’t done yet.
She lunged at me, weeping, clawing at my face in rage.
Within seconds, deep scratches tore across my skin.