3
I woke up in the bathroom of the hotel with a broken mirror beside me.
I felt a piercing pain in my finger bones, which were pricked with sharp glass shards.
I tore the wedding dress to wrap my injured right hand and picked up a sharp piece.
It had been a long time since I had such a feeling of complete control over my body. This time, I would seek justice for "her".
Outside the door, Charles slammed on the door like crazy. "Angela, open the door! What are you doing?
"Angela, don't be impulsive. There's nothing between us..."
I opened the door and indifferently ignored the flushed Charles and the disheveled Cheryl behind him. Then I turned around and left.
Charles quickly grabbed my hand. His palm was hot. "Angela, you're injured! I'll call the ambulance. Don't be afraid..."
"Get lost!"
I raised the mirror shard in my hand and said to him clearly, "From now on, Angela has nothing to do with you."
Charles was stunned. He wanted to help me up, but Cheryl stopped him.