“Julian, are you insane?!”
Startled by his unhinged words, Aria thrashed wildly and accidentally slammed her head against the corner of the bed. Surprisingly, the sharp jolt of pain seemed to restore a sliver of her strength.
She turned her head and saw a ceramic mug on the bedside table. Without a second thought, she grabbed it and smashed it against the wooden frame, then took a sharp shard and dragged it across her wrist.
“Julian, I don’t love you, and I don’t want your baby! I would rather die than have a child with you!”
Aria’s swift, desperate action left Julian frozen in shock. By the time he regained his senses, a deep, bleeding gash was already open on her wrist, and the sight of her blood stunned him into stillness.