The rest of the meal passed in silence.
Not that it made much difference to me–1 barely had an appetite.
And no matter what I did, the nausea wouldn’t go away.
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Chapter 8
After dinner, Ethan stepped away to take a call, leaving just me and Serena at the table.
I had no interest in staying, but as I got up to leave, she suddenly called out to me.
A wave of dizziness hit me. Even my vision blurred slightly as I turned to look at her.
That was when she finally bared her claws.
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“Alice Quinn, I still have those photos of you. I can’t help but take them out every now and then. A real trip down memory lane,
you know…
“Do you have any idea how pathetic you looked in them? Maybe you were just born for that kind of thing. You? You’re not even
worthy of being my brother’s sex partner-”
She never got to finish that sentence because I had already grabbed the teapot from the table and thrown its contents straight at
her.
Her piercing scream shattered the silence, echoing through the house.
Water smeared her perfectly done makeup, ruining her delicate face.
Her shrieking, of course, drew her brother’s attention.
“She threw water at me!”
Her voice trembled, thick with tears, loud and clear.
Ethan stood beside her, watching me in silence.
I didn’t know what was wrong with me.
Before, no matter how much Ethan provoked me, I had never lost my temper like this.
But this time… I couldn’t stop myself.
I stared at Serena, my voice slow and deliberate.
“You’re the real shameless woman-”
For a moment, there was nothing but stunned silence.
Even Serena had stopped crying.
It lasted a few seconds, maybe more.
Then, a sharp sting burned across my cheek.
It took me a moment to process it, my tongue pressing against the inside of my mouth in disbelief.
Ethan had slapped me.
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Chapter 8
All because I said one bad word about his sister.
I looked up at him, eyes widening slightly, but the chandelier’s glare was too harsh–I couldn’t quite see his expression.
Ethan stood frozen, even longer than I had.
Then, almost frantically, he called my name.
But I couldn’t hear him anymore.
And I didn’t want to.
Reaching for the fruit knife on the table, I drove it toward my stomach.
The cruelest part?
Even at that moment, some small part of me still wished Ethan could become the father of my child.
