He Cried and Begged Me To Forgive Him

My heart felt like it was shattering into a million pieces.

To Jack Turner, I must seem like a pathetic joke.

Just a clown, performing for his amusement.

Even though I knew the truth, hearing it from his own lips was a knife to the gut.

The guy next to me saw my face and guessed they were talking about me.

He gave me this pitying look.

I hated that look. I didn’t want anyone to see how humiliated I was.

Panicking, I stood up and tried to leave, but I tripped over a stone and fell right into the guy’s arms.

My handbag hit the ground with a loud thud, catching the attention of everyone in the bamboo grove.

Jack took a few steps forward, looked at the guy, then at my coat, his eyes dark and stormy.

“Who is he?”

Emily showed up a moment later, calling out, “Editor-in-Chief Blake!”

The man was Lucas Blake, the new editor-in-chief of MG, the world’s top fashion magazine.

Emily, always the star, quickly spotted the camera.

She pointed at the pinhole camera that had fallen out of my handbag and exclaimed, “Parker, this is a private party! Respect my privacy!”

“Can’t you paparazzi act like decent human beings? Always sneaking around. I invited you as a friend, and you betray me like this?!”

I knew I was in the wrong and felt utterly mortified.

“I’m sorry, I’ll delete all the photos.”

Emily shot me a disdainful look and said, “You’re not just embarrassing yourself, but also the Turner family. You’re Jack’s woman, yet you act so disgracefully. Do you think Jack doesn’t give you enough money?”

My face paled and burned.

Shame started suffocating me.

But what could I do? My mom’s life was still in Jack’s hands.

I couldn’t risk angering Jack or the person he cared about most.

Jack’s warning echoed in my ears.

I said meekly, “Miss Collins, what do you want me to do to make it right?”

Emily glanced at Jack.

Jack said calmly, “Remember what I told you last time?”

I remembered his threat, “If I do it again, you’ll break my hands.”

Suddenly, it felt like I was plunged into an icy abyss.

All I heard was, “John, break her hands.”

He was really going to break my hand just to please Emily.

John stepped out of the shadows with a grin, “Mr. Turner, you must be joking.”

But Jack’s expression was cold and indifferent. “Do you want to lose your hands too?”

John sighed and called two of his men to hold me down.

“Grace, I’m sorry.”

He raised a rock, ready to smash my hand.

I struggled, terrified, and looked at Jack in near despair.

I asked quietly, “Jack, don’t you feel any pity for me?”

He stood there, hands in his pockets, watching coldly.

“Wait a minute!”

I didn’t expect Lucas Blake to stand up for me.