Realizing my time here is up, I grabbed my suitcase and turned to leave. Robert grabbed my wrist and stopped me.
"Where are you going without apologizing?" he asked.
Jasmine was now sitting on a sofa, giving me a victorious smirk.
"Apologize!" he barked at me.
"But I wasn't—"
Before I could finish my words, he slapped me and kicked my legs, making me fall on my knees before Jasmine. I winced in pain as my knees pressed against the broken dreamcatcher on the floor.
"You knew that nonsense dreamcatcher was broken before you deliberately gave it to her. Don't you think that's your fault and you should apologize?" he said.
I smirked. Saying sorry has been the only word in my vocabulary since I got married to Robert.
Jasmine missed her doctor appointment—I say sorry.
Jasmine vomited after eating a meal she prepared herself—I say sorry.
Robert woke up late and missed his business meeting—I say sorry.
It's not new to me anymore; I'm used to it already.
Taking a deep breath, I fell on my face as if I were greeting a queen.
"I'm truly sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you, ma'am." I raised my head and faced Robert. "Is that enough?" I asked him.