"Lock her up. No one lets her out without my order."
I lay there, clothes torn, barely covering me. But he didn't look back. He just lifted Eve into his arms and walked away.
He didn't turn around, so he didn't see the men dragging me into the cabin, grins spreading across their faces.
My wounds tore open. My fingernails ripped back. I left a trail of blood across the deck.
Three days later, the yacht docked.
As they prepared to disembark, Julian finally remembered me.
He frowned, a mocking smile curling his lips.
"Go bring Doris out. She's coming home with me."
"A few days locked up should've taught her a lesson. Tell her to stop making trouble."
The next moment, Godfrey dropped to his knees at Julian's feet, face white, voice shaking.
"Sir, your wife—she can't come back. She jumped overboard three days ago."
