All his patience and tenderness were given entirely to Wendy and I became the barren hen that no one but him would want.
At first, I tolerated Jonathan and repeatedly admitted my mistakes because I loved him, but now I was exhausted.
My teeth cut my lip and my mouth filled with the taste of blood.
When I looked up, I noticed Jonathan's pupils contracted slightly.
He reached out as if to touch the cut on my lip but abruptly changed direction mid-air and loosened his tie.
"Daphne." His voice held the familiar impatience.
"You're not the young lady of a wealthy family anymore. Who are you putting on this pathetic act for?"
The private doctor rushed in and Jonathan immediately went to meet him, his shoulder bumping me, sending me staggering backwards.
I took a deep breath and turned to leave.
Outside the villa, the driver had been waiting for me for a long time
I picked up the pace, but halfway there, two iron-like hands yanked me back.
"Mr. Zander asks that you return."
The bodyguard's voice was cold, emotionless.
In the study, Jonathan was casually fastening his cufflinks.