Chapter 3
Following the sound, Robert strode toward Emily. His face remained impassive, yet his slender eyes glinted with a hint of murderous intent.
Stopping before her, he gently ruffled her hair. “Sorry I’m late.”
Emily clutched his arm, about to speak, when a swarm of suited bodyguards stormed the restaurant, surrounding the burly men.
“Take Emily down to rest.”
After Emily left, the fat man trembled like a quail, kneeling on the ground and kowtowing repeatedly to Robert. But Robert didn’t even glance at him, stepping directly on his hand as he walked toward me.
Just when I thought he’d noticed my injury and would carry me, the cold pistol pressed against my forehead.
“When did you find out about Emily?”
So he believed I’d orchestrated everything.
“Robert, I did it to save her-”
Bang!
The bullet tore through my right leg instantly, the searing pain wrenching uncontrollable screams from me.
“I don’t like your answer.” He suddenly turned to the fat man. “Now, you answer me.”
The fat man was dripping with cold sweat, his eyes darting around before he shakily pointed at me.
“Robert, it… it’s her! She told me to harass Emily! She said if we sleep with Emily, she’d let us join your team and handle big business with you!”
“What nonsense are you spouting?!” I stared at the fat man in disbelief, but the next second Robert grabbed my chin.
“Sarah, today you’ll learn what it means to reap what you sow.”
“You guys, take turns sleeping with her. Do this and I’ll overlook today’s mess.”
He remained as heartless as ever.
“No! You can’t do this to me, Robert! I’m your wife!”
“Don’t worry, Robert, we’ll satisfy you.”
The fat man and his lackeys closed in instantly, ignoring my bloodstained clothes, yanking down their pants and pin- ning me down.
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“Bastard! Robert, you’re nothing but a bastard!”
The shadow at the doorway froze momentarily before striding away without looking back.
How I wished this wound could be fatal, sparing me from enduring such humiliation.
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“Well now, untouched! Not bad, this round’s a win!” As the chubby man roared with laughter, a solitary tear traced down my temple.
Pain seared through every nerve, suddenly flashing me back to my wedding day with Robert.
He stood tall in his black tuxedo, gently taking my hand from my father’s grasp. That moment felt closest to happi- ness–I’d believed time would let us grow closer, becoming the perfect couple. How foolish that fantasy seemed now.
Only when dawn broke did the surveillance bodyguards enter.
“You’re free to go.”
The chubby man looked thoroughly unsatisfied. Tugging up his trousers, he tossed a business card onto me.
“Not bad, girl. Come find your master when you’re in need.”
After everyone left, the bodyguard turned away and covered me with the torn dress.
“Sarah, do you want me to take you to the hospital?”
Yes, I had a hole in my head and a bullet wound in my leg, but so much time had passed that the injuries had clotted with blood.
I struggled to get up from the floor, silently put on my clothes, then took my phone from the bag on the table.
“John, move up the plan. Please help me erase my identity.”
“I want to make sure Robert can never find me again.”
