His chest constricted painfully at her words. He released her chin with a frustrated flick, standing abruptly. His fists clenched at his sides.
"Fine," he spat coldly. "If you want to die, suit yourself."
He turned and left, slamming the door so hard the walls trembled but still locked the door.
But Yueyao didn't flinch. She lowered her head to her knees, tears sliding silently down her bruised cheeks.
When she's no longer obedient, he is hovering all over her. What about the ten years? He hadn't even asked what happened! Her baby who didn't survive...
That night, as the mansion fell into suffocating silence, she sat on the edge of the narrow bed, staring at the moonlight streaming through the barred window.
Her thin fingers curled tightly into her palms, nails digging into raw skin.
'I will survive this… no matter what…'