He had already proven what he was capable of. Who knew what he would do if I continued to defy him?
“Sorry,” I whispered, barely loud enough to be heard. It was a hollow apology, but it was all I had left to give.
Sylus smirked, clearly satisfied by my submission. “Good girl,” he said, his tone patronizing. “Now, go rest. I want to spend some time alone with Lotty.”
He glanced at Julius, who had been quietly standing by. “Take her to the guest room,” Sylus ordered without sparing me a second look.
The words were like daggers to my heart.
I was no longer a wife. I was just a mere guest, an unwelcome shadow cast by the return of Sylus’s true love.
With Julius’s help, I staggered out of the room, each step drawing me further away from a life I once thought was mine.
At least, after my apology, Sylus had not pushed matters further. He let me leave in peace, his interest entirely absorbed by Charlotte at that moment.
Obediently, I followed Julius to the guest room.
Each step was a painful reminder of the toll that day had taken on my body, my stomach bloated and sore.
Julius, seeing my discomfort, gently suggested, "I will call the nurse to come here and tend to your wound."