Chapter 10

Coming home from the hospital, I saw the lights on in my house.

Dominic Thorne sat on the sofa, intently working on files.

Seeing me enter, he closed his laptop.

He grabbed a bag beside him and tossed it to me. “Put this on.”

I caught the bag. Inside was the mermaid wedding gown I had seen at the bridal shop earlier today.

I looked up at Dominic, and his eyes were filled with expectation.

“Aria Blackwood, go put it on. Please, be a good girl.”

Tears streamed down my face uncontrollably.

“Dominic, please don’t make me wear it, okay? I beg you!”

At least, not while we were in this kind of relationship.

Dominic roughly pulled me towards him, mercilessly tearing at my clothes.

“Aria Blackwood, have you forgotten what our relationship is now? Have I been too lenient with you? Now, I order you, put it on.”

I clutched my chest, crying as I begged Dominic, “Please, Dominic Thorne, find another way to punish me. I can’t take it anymore, I really can’t.”

Dominic’s eyes were bloodshot. “Another way? What else do you have besides this body now? Don’t worry, Aria Blackwood, when I’m tired of you, I’ll naturally give you a sum of money and throw you away like a used rag.”

“Do you… do you hate me that much?”

Dominic froze at my words.

For the first time, his eyes showed confusion and panic.

“Aria Blackwood, if you could do it all over again, would you still break up with me?”

I never expected him to ask that question.

I answered without hesitation, “If it were the same situation, yes, I would.”

Dominic snatched the wedding dress from my hands, took out a pair of scissors, and shredded it.

Then, still not satisfied, he stomped on it several times.

“Aria Blackwood, you’re truly pathetic. It serves your family right for going bankrupt, serves your dad right for dying, serves your mom right for getting sick. A woman like you shouldn’t even exist.”

He stormed out, slamming the door.

I looked at the scattered white shreds and fallen diamonds on the floor.

It was like the heart in my chest.

Slammed hard onto the ground.

In the morning, I was woken on the floor, covered in shreds of wedding dress, by a sharp ringing.

“Miss Blackwood, please come quickly, your mother is dying.”

Ignoring the aches all over my body,

I quickly sat up and asked, “What did you say? Dr. Miller, are you kidding me?”

The other end of the line fell silent for a moment.