The taste of blood filled my mouth as I questioned, "Who exactly are you people?"
The man sneered, put a sack over my head and threw me into the arena.
"Who told you to offend someone you shouldn't have? You knew Miss Murphy is Mr. Morgan's most cherished person, yet you still dared to provoke her. You deserve this!"
"No, it's impossible, he wouldn't do this to me..."
I still couldn't believe Mark would be so cruel.
"Val, I've brought the person who led the attack on your stall. You can punish her however you want."
Mark's voice came from the stage.
I was so shocked to see if it was really him.
Valerie spoke softly, "Really? No matter who's in this sack, you'll let me punish them? Even if the person below is Luisa?"
Mark hesitated for a moment, then said dotingly, "Of course, you're the person I love most. Whoever bullies you, I'll repay them a hundred or a thousand times over. No one is more important than you."
My head was buzzing.
Bitter tears streamed down my face and my internal organs ached.
Just because I refused to apologize to Valerie, Mark would punish me like this.
Valerie smiled maliciously at me, "Then smear chicken blood all over her and let the wolves in. She deserves it for ruining my sandwich’s stall."
"As you wish."
"No, Mark, you can't do this to me!" I struggled desperately, screaming, but was kicked hard to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
A pack of wolfdogs lunged at me like mad.
Mark looked around suspiciously, wanting to check, "What was that sound just now? It sounded a bit like Luisa..."
Valerie suddenly cried out in pain, "Ah! Mark, my stomach hurts so much, will the baby be okay?"
Mark immediately picked her up in his arms, not even glancing at me.
Those people asked him how to deal with me.
Mark answered impatiently, "Whatever."
I was torn apart by the wolfdogs, my flesh and blood mangled, my internal organs aching.
Tears and blood mixed as pain made me tremble over, my knuckles white. Seven years of love, ended with a careless goodbye.
Mark, I want you to never, ever find me again!
The moment I was thrown into the water, I remembered that time when I accidentally fell into the water when I was eighteen.
Mark almost drowned in the deep sea trying to save me.
He knelt beside me, giving me CPR. The always-calm man cried like a child. “Luisa, wake up—just wake up and I’ll do anything you want.”
That young man who once had eyes only for me, yet he personally threw me into the sea.
