Chapter 4
It felt like I had swallowed a chunk of raw meat. I couldn’t take it anymore. Everything went black, and I collapsed on the spot.
When I came to, I was back in the hospital.
The doctor said they’d patched up my injuries and pumped my stomach.
I gave him a blank stare. After a long pause, he finally said they found pieces of my arm in my stomach.
I didn’t even know when Javier showed up. He sat beside me and grabbed my remaining hand, acting like he was do- ing me a favor.
“Clara told me everything. Someone messed up while tending the roses and accidentally used your arm. But since you’re hurt, I’ll let the whole thing slide.”
Hearing that made me want to laugh. I was the one who got hurt, and somehow, he thought he had the right to forgive me for it? I kept calm, though, and said just one thing.
“Let’s get divorced, Javier.”
He looked stunned-and then furious.
“You only lost an arm! What’s the big deal?”
I didn’t have the strength to argue, so I turned away, trying to lie down. But Javier grabbed me and yanked me back
“Michelle died because you wanted to get married to me. Now you think you can just dump me like it’s nothing?”
I looked straight at Javier’s bloodshot eyes and laughed sarcastically.
“You were the one who begged me to marry you, remember?”
Javier and I grew up together. My mother died trying to save Anthony, and my father died serving the country. Seeing that I had no one left, Anthony brought me into the Gomez family out of kindness:
Javier and I were together for ten years. Even Anthony said we were inseparable. When I turned 18, Javier got down on one knee under a willow tree and asked me to be his wife.
He promised to love me forever and treat me well. I said yes. But on our wedding day, Michelle stormed in and slit her wrist in front of everyone.
That moment ruined my life.
I pulled off my clothes and showed the scars all over me. It was brutal to look at.
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“Even if Michelle’s death was my fault, I’ve been living in pain every single day for the past three years. Isn’t that enough punishment?”
For those three years, anytime Michelle crossed his mind, Javier would drag me into the basement to teach me a les- son. I got burns, cuts, whip marks, and a permanent scar on my neck because of him.
If I said something he didn’t like, he’d toss me into a dog cage, surrounded by dozens of male dogs drooling all over the place.
“Enough? You’ll be paying forever!”
Javier stomped on my face. “The rose contest is the day after tomorrow. Win first place, and I’ll let you go. Sounds good?”
My eyes went wide. The rose contest? How could a human participate in it?
Javier seemed to read my mind and lifted his chin.
“Who said you’re human?”
