Sky
“What happened?!”
Felix’s voice thundered across the room. His footsteps rushed toward us before he dropped to his knees to check on Sofia. The redness and the cut on her cheek—Felix turned to me with pure rage in his eyes.
He thought I was the one who did it. I shook my head quickly, tried to back away—but it was too late. His hand lunged forward, grabbing my throat with brutal force. He was trying to kill me.
“How many times have I told you not to come into my office?!” he shouted.
“Felix... I...”
He finally released his grip, letting me gasp for air again. I coughed, my eyes tearing up. But the burn in my throat was nothing compared to the ache in my chest—seeing how gently he cradled Sofia in his arms.
He carried her out of the room. I tried to follow, tried to explain, but the man was consumed by fury.
Felix kicked my wheelchair as I rolled after him. “If anything happens to Sofia, I’ll kill you!”
I collapsed onto the floor in pain. Some of the staff and Felix’s acquaintances on that floor stared at me with pity. Not just for my crippled body—but because my husband cared more about another woman.
One staff member helped me up, assisted me downstairs. I ordered an Uber and went home alone. Silent tears streamed down my face the whole way.
I thought Felix truly cared about me. That he’d take responsibility for my life. But he didn’t even want to hear my explanation. He trusted his childhood friend—who turned out to be his mistress—more than his own wife.
Three years of marriage, and Felix had often ignored me. I always believed he was just busy with his massive business. But now I realized—I’d been fooling myself all along.
I went upstairs to my room. Ever since Sofia came into the picture, Felix had never set foot in my bedroom. He always claimed he got home late while I was asleep and left early before I woke. Now I knew it was just an excuse. I didn’t even know where he spent his nights.
Or maybe… I’d just been too afraid. Afraid that if I pushed too hard, Felix would abandon me—and I’d be left without security.
I opened the wardrobe, slowly folding my clothes into a suitcase. Whether Felix stayed in my life or not, I knew I was already broken. But I wouldn’t let myself rot in misery. If I had to suffer—then they should too.
Just as I reached for another stack of clothes, someone suddenly yanked my hand.
Felix.
His eyes were dark with restrained fury.
“Trying to run away after hurting Sofia? Not a chance.”
I tried to pull away. “Let me go! I didn’t even touch her!”
“Stop defending yourself, Sky. All this time, I saw you as a decent person. But today—you nearly killed someone. Did you do it because of jealousy?”
“Jealousy? I told you, I didn’t—”
“Enough!” he barked. “You’re coming with me. You need to take responsibility.”
“I didn’t do anything! You can’t treat me like this, Felix!”
“Why not? I can do anything to you. Even kill you!”
My mouth dropped open, but Felix didn’t give me a chance to reply. He forcefully pushed my wheelchair toward the elevator and took me downstairs.
In the living room, Sofia sat with her face wrapped in bandages. I squinted. Jayden sat beside her, crying while hugging her tightly. He ran toward me, pointed at my face.
“You tried to kill my mom, you evil woman! So what if your husband cares more about her? My mom did nothing wrong!” Jayden cried.
Sofia tried to calm him down, gently scolding him not to speak to me that way.
“Sky, I’m sorry. It was my fault, and Jay’s too. I hope you won’t kick us out of this house,” she pleaded pitifully.
“Who would dare kick my mom out?!” Jayden interrupted.
“Jay’s right,” Felix added, his gaze directed at me. “If anyone dares to kick them out, it’s them who should leave.”
His meaning was clear. His authority, his warning—don’t mess with Sofia.
I clenched my fists tightly. I saw Sofia’s crooked smile as if to say, “He’s mine now.”
“And you, Sky.” Felix looked at me directly. “From today on, you will serve Sofia and Jayden.”
I stared at him, protesting. “Why should I do that?”
“It’s your punishment for hurting Sofia. Her face is ruined because of your childish tantrum.”
I let out a bitter laugh. “You want this cripple to serve your mistress?”
“Shut your mouth, Sky!” His hand slapped across my cheek.
Felix really silenced me. He had choked me, nearly killed me—and now, he slapped me in front of his mistress.
He claimed to love me. But his actions screamed otherwise.
Without another word, I turned my wheelchair back toward my room.
I saw him leave the house with Jayden and Sofia. I didn’t care anymore. But a sudden, sharp pain struck my legs. I called the doctor to come and check.
The doctor said my lower body was permanently paralyzed. But the pain when Felix shoved me out of my chair… It felt too real.
“Ma’am, I’ve examined your legs. I can’t say for sure with the limited equipment we have, but...” The doctor looked hesitant.
“What is it, Dr. Rochelle?”
“I can recommend a hospital with advanced diagnostics. I don’t know why, but I feel like your legs might be treatable.”
I stared at my legs in silence. For the past three years, different doctors have examined me every two months. They always said the same thing—there’s no hope. So why was Dr. Rochelle saying otherwise?
“Ma’am, I understand how you feel. But…”
“I’ll think about it, doctor. Thank you. You may go.”
Dr. Rochelle nodded and left the room. I looked down at my legs again, her words echoing in my head.
From what I overheard during the examination, my bones were still structurally intact—but the nerve signals were gone.
I had done multiple hospital tests. The results were always the same. But now I remembered… all the reports, all the files—Felix kept them. He only told me the results. I never saw the papers for myself.
What if Felix had been hiding something from me?
I had to find out. Something wasn’t right.
