She was trembling with rage now. “I kept quiet all these years out of gratitude — for you sticking around, for raising a family with me. But you weren’t satisfied. You kept bullying Hector and now you're cursing my daughter.”
At her signal, the bodyguard twisted my arms behind my back and pinned me to the counter. Regina grabbed a handful of greasy mango cake and started shoving it into my mouth.
The scent hit me first, mango. I began choking almost immediately, my throat tightening, lungs gasping for air.
“Let me go!” I wheezed. “Regina… you know I’m allergic to mango—”
She paused for a second, but turned ruthless the next second.
“Oh, please. After everything you’ve done to Hector, you think this is some kind of tragedy? It’s just an allergy. You’re not going to die. Stop being so dramatic. You're a grown man. Now finish the damn cake and apologize.”
My throat swelled faster than I could speak. My eyes burned and puffed shut. Breathing felt like sucking air through a straw. Darkness started creeping in from the edges of my vision.
Then I stopped struggling. The moment my hands went limp, Regina froze. Panic flickered across her face.