But I don't love you anymore, Adrian. Why would I need a wedding ring?
When she woke up the next day, there was no one next to her.
The door was locked.
I pounded on the door with all my might. Again and again... until my wrist turned purple and blood dripped on the floor.
The doctor rushed in and bandaged my wound.
Seeing the doctor arrive on time, I was stunned. I looked around and saw the camera in the room.
In the afternoon, Adrian rushed back from the company to apply medicine to my wounds.
He gently untied the gauze on my hand, applied the medicine, and then bandaged it again.
"Emma, don't hurt yourself," Adrian said.
He had said this before when his company had just been established.
To secure a contract, I drank with clients until I had a stomach hemorrhage.
He ran to the hospital, his eyes full of pity.
"Emma, no matter what, don't hurt yourself."
I smiled at him, saying it was nothing, waving the contract I had just secured.
After he left, I tore off the bandage and washed away the ointment he had just applied.
Adrian took away my phone, saying my emotions were unstable and that it was for my safety that I had to stay here.