He said he loved me. He said he would marry me and would make me the happiest woman in the world.
But now, he was holding me down, letting another woman slap me.
My life had become a complete joke.
In the blink of an eye, my face swelled up, and blood trickled from the corners of my mouth.
"Norma, you shouldn't have provoked Carrie. She's a patient," Zackary said.
It took me a moment to realize that it was his voice.
I was the one who got beaten so badly, yet he was still blaming me.
This was the man I had foolishly devoted ten years of my life to.
I thought Carrie would let me go after hitting me, but she wasn't done. She stared at my backpack, insisting on checking if there was anything of Zackary's inside.
With a cold sneer, she clapped her hands twice, and two bodyguards emerged from the stairwell.
They pinned me down, pressing my swollen face hard against the floor.
Carrie opened my backpack, and three urns tumbled out, bouncing on the ground. The ashes scattered everywhere.
I screamed and struggled with all my might.
The two bodyguards couldn't hold me back.
I knelt in front of the ashes, wailing uncontrollably and scooping the ashes back into the urns with my hands.