"Mr. Ashford is the most respected resident in our community. Offending him means you're picking a fight with our entire property management!"
Travis Calder, the head of security, stepped forward with a vicious look and shoved my shoulder.
I staggered, my back slamming hard against the cold wall.
"What right do you have to touch me? This is my home!" I roared.
"Your home?" Ronan scoffed as he walked closer. "A loser who can't even produce a property deed thinks he owns this place?"
"Beat him," he ordered coldly. "If anything happens, I'll take responsibility."
The guards needed no further encouragement. Fists and batons rained down on me.
Ronan crouched beside me and leaned close, his voice low enough that only the two of us could hear.
"Your wife was screaming pretty sweetly in the car just now," he whispered. "She said you could never satisfy her."
His words burned into my dignity like red-hot iron.
I tried to fight back, but it was useless.
Within seconds, they forced me to the ground.
Someone twisted my arms behind my back. Another pressed a knee into my spine, pinning me in place so I couldn't move.
"Stop! What are you doing?"
At that moment, Daphne's scream came from the doorway. For a second, I thought my savior had arrived. I was wrong.
She rushed inside, not even looking at me.
Instead, she ran straight to Ronan, anxiously looking him over from head to toe.
"Ronan, are you okay? Did he hurt you?"
The concern in her voice made it sound as if Ronan were the victim.
Ronan slipped an arm around her waist and pointed at me with a wounded expression.
"Daphne, look at him. He went crazy and broke into our home, attacking people."
Mr. Calder immediately chimed in, "That's right, Miss Sinclair. We saw it with our own eyes! If we hadn't stopped him, Mr. Ashford might have gotten seriously hurt."
Only then did Daphne turn her head toward me. I lay on the floor, barely able to lift myself. Her gaze was colder than poison.
"Landon, are you done causing a scene? Do you have to make things this ugly before you're satisfied?"
I looked at her, my heart tearing apart inside my chest. "Daphne... this house is our marital home. Have you forgotten? Back then, you said once we had this home, we'd truly settle down in this city. You said you loved me..."
"Marital home?" She suddenly laughed. The sound was full of ridicule and disdain. "Landon, did you forget? We never even registered our marriage."
My mind went blank with a sharp buzzing sound.
"Back then, I asked you to schedule the appointment. Every time you said you were busy, that it didn't matter if it was a day or two later. So... so you were lying to me from the beginning?"
She looked at me coldly, as if I were nothing more than a stranger. "Lying to you? I just hadn't figured out how I was supposed to spend my life with a poor man. You and I were just playing around. Now I'm bored with the game. Understand?"
Each word was a hammer smashing apart the last fragments of hope inside me.
Seeing this, Ronan grew even more arrogant. He walked over and planted his foot on the back of my hand, grinding it down hard.
"You hear that, loser?" He lifted his foot suddenly and drove a punch into my face. "Now get the hell out of here."
Pain exploded across my vision, turning everything black. The taste of thick blood filled my mouth.
The guards stepped forward again. They grabbed my arms and dragged me toward the door like a dead dog.
My dignity.
My love.
Everything I had.
In that moment, they crushed it all beneath their feet.
