Chapter 6

Willow's pupils trembled slightly, as if she was scared of me.

Her blood splattered on the floor, and the people around us started to murmur.

Brandon arrived shortly after.

He saw the blood on the ground, and his expression turned cold and savage. He pulled me into his arms, checking me over from head to toe.

The concern and tension in his eyes looked so real.

Willow released her hand, letting the blood stream down her ear and drip onto her white gown.

She reached for Brandon, saying softly, "Mr. Hayes, I'm in so much pain…"

Brandon raised his arm, dodging her, and gave her a cold glance.

That look made Willow freeze, biting her lip in humiliation.

She didn't understand. Brandon came from a wealthy family; keeping a mistress privately was one thing, but if it became public, it would be a huge scandal.

In front of others, Brandon could only love me.

His fingers caressed my furrowed brow, and he coaxed me gently, "Who upset you?"

I didn't speak, and no one else dared to.

Two seconds later, Brandon suddenly grabbed a vase from a nearby table and smashed it on the floor, snarling, "Are you all deaf? Who upset my wife? Speak up!"

The atmosphere was terribly oppressive.

Willow clenched her fists, then burst out, "It was me! It was all my fault, okay, Brandon Hayes!?"

She finally couldn't hold back, her tears streaming down as she looked at Brandon defiantly, choking out, "It's my fault for wanting to get close to Skylar but being hated by her!

"It's my fault for falling for the wrong person, willing to be called a mistress just to be with him no matter what!

"It's my fault for being delusional, thinking he liked me too, my fault for being an idiot!"

She lifted the wine glass above her head and poured it over herself. The wine and blood mixed, staining the front of her dress.

Crying, she asked Brandon, "Mr. Hayes, is this enough? Is your beloved wife satisfied?"

Brandon's hand tightened on my shoulder, squeezing harder and harder.

He must have felt pain for her.

He asked me, "Satisfied?"

I chuckled, tears almost falling from my eyes.

I asked Brandon, "Is it exhausting, pretending to love me?

"Brandon, I have a great idea. I can make it so you can openly love whoever you want.

"Give me money. Lots and lots of money. Then, we get a divorce."