Mean? Next to him, taking my boy’s heart, what does this mean?
I stepped forward and tore the pendant off Calliope’s neck, my tone cold.
"Why are you in such a rush? Is she pregnant with your child?"
"What nonsense are you saying! It’s just a house. If you want more, I’ll hand you another one."
Worry flashed across Luther’s face, then it quickly turned to anger. He waved at the guards behind him.
Soon, I was pushed to the floor, my hands held down tight.
"If you like slapping people so much, you can do without your hands. And because you hit Calliope, your punishment is a hundred slaps."
Luther calmly put his foot on my hands, ignoring my struggles and crushed my bones. Then he gently picked up Calliope and hurried her to the hospital.
"Luther, you're insane!"
I heard my bones break and cold sweat rushed down my face.
The pain shot from my fingers to my chest. It was overwhelming. I bit my lip hard, tasting blood spreading in my mouth.
I watched Luther’s retreating figure, the last bits of feeling in my heart crushed by that one stomp.
Then, the bodyguards lifted me up, my face burning with pain.
The first slap, the second… By the eightieth slap, my face was badly swollen, blood falling from the corner of my mouth onto the floor.
The hate in my heart grew with each slap.
“The hundredth slap.” The last slap hit and my mind slowly blurred as I passed out.
When I woke again, a plain white ceiling came into view. I found my hands wrapped in thick bandages and my face covered in ointment.
"Miss Roberts, all the bones in your hand are broken. We've done our best to treat you, but you won't be able to lift heavy things or do any small motor work anymore." The doctor’s words rang in my ears. I stared blankly at my hand.
The hospital room door opened and Luther slowly walked to my bedside, carrying fruit. He took out a mango and held it toward me.
"Lyra, I was worried about Calliope’s baby back then. As a mom, you can get that, right?"
"I’ve already given that house to Calliope. It’s not easy to take it back. I’ll buy you the one you like in the city center tomorrow."
"Okay." I looked at the mango in front of me, a cold hint in my eyes. I gave a short reply and turned my head away from him.
I was allergic to mangoes, something he had never noticed.
The divorce will be in two days.
At that time, I would not let either Luther or Calliope walk off clean!
My cold mood somehow angered Luther. He threw the mango down and pushed himself onto me.
"What are you acting for? I’ve already said sorry! You’re just upset that Calliope has a kid, aren’t you? I’ll give it to you right now!"
My arms were trapped by him and I felt a wet touch on my neck. I fought back.
How disgusting.
"Luther! Don’t touch me!"
I bit his shoulder, pushing him away hard, tears running down my face.
He saw my tears and smiled, "Didn’t you want an end to marriage? Lyra, stop making a scene. You can’t live without me unless I kill you myself."
With that, he turned and left.
My hands shook as I kept wiping my body with tissues until my skin went red and sore.
It was disgusting.
It felt like a wild dog had bitten me; the smell stayed.
Just then, my phone rang. It was Attorney Evans.
"Miss Roberts, the divorce agreement has been drafted."
"Good, bring it to the hospital tomorrow."
