"I did," I whispered, my voice breaking. "I called you. I begged for your help, but you hung up. After that, I lost all hope."
The hands gripping my waist tightened into fists, anger blazing in his eyes.
“Lucas, don’t be angry.” I pleaded, “I know I was wrong. I really don’t want to go back there.”
Lucas released me, grabbed his phone and walked out to the balcony. Through the door, I couldn’t make out his words, but I heard him roar, “Sharon, you broke your promise!”
When he returned, he looked even angrier. I shrank back in fear. Seeing my reaction, his expression softened a bit and he pulled me back into his arms.
“Helena, don’t worry. I’ll make sure you get justice.”
“No need.” I shook my head. “I just want to find a place without you and live quietly.”
But Lucas seemed determined to help me. He kept making phone calls and while he was distracted, I slipped out of the hospital and returned to work. The manager wanted to fire me, citing my mental instability, but after begging her for a long time, she reluctantly let me stay.
After a long day, I limped back home, only to find Lucas waiting at my door. Before I could turn away, he grabbed my wrist and dragged me to his car.