"Let me make this clear, Ricky—as long as we're still married, everything in Miley's apartment that you bought is considered our shared property. If I feel like breaking it, I will!"
"If you won't divorce me, I'll make sure that bitch is going to live in hell every single day!"
"Enough!"
Ricky raised his hand to hit me again. I dodged, but he shoved me hard.
I fell, my stomach slamming against the table's edge. Pain shot through me, sharp and dull at the same time.
I cried out, and for a moment, he froze.
It looked like he was about to reach for me, but then the maid's voice rang out from the other room.
"Sir! Miss Miley fainted!"
Ricky forgot about about me this time. He ran straight into the bedroom, scooped up Miley, and rushed out the door without glancing at me like he was so scared it'd be too late to save that bitch.
I stayed on the floor, cold sweat covering me. And then, I felt something warm trickle down my legs. It felt like something was slipping away from my body.
The maid came back out, saw me, and froze. She was so scared that she instantly called 911.