I Became Retarded For My Husband, While He Was Loving Others

He'd once said, "When you finish reading books, I'll open a book shop for you-let the whole world know about our love."

The wardrobe, crammed with frilly dresses he'd picked out, all suited to an eight-year-old's taste...

I stuffed a few clothes and my documents into a suitcase and hid it in Shawn Bailey 's little house, no one but me ever went there.

But as soon as I stepped out, I ran into Hawk Ethan and Sophia Blake returning. Sophia Blake still had a bandage on her head. I glanced at them and turned to go back to my room.

"Stop. Apologize," Hawk Ethan said.

"Who's going to apologize to me for Shawn Bailey ?"

My voice was low, lacking the childlike sweetness of before. Hawk Ethan froze.

"Poppy... you're... better?" He rushed over, studying me closely.

I immediately slipped back into my childlike act. But the next second, Sophia Blake screamed: "Ethan! The room-there's water everywhere!"

Hawk Ethan stormed into Sophia Blake's room.

The floor was flooded, her wardrobe clothes ruined, covered in colorful marker scribbles. He turned to glare at me.

"Bella Hawk!"

"You already chose her over me once, what more do you want this time?" I stared back defiantly. I'd been the one who fell down the stairs, yet he hadn't cared at all.

"Go to your room and think about what you've done. Don't come out until I say so!"

The moment the door locked, panic set in.

I had claustrophobia.

After the accident, I'd never dared stay in a closed space alone.

Before, Hawk Ethan had always been with me; later, Shawn Bailey . But now, he'd locked me in here by myself.

"Let me out! I'm scared-don't leave me alone!" I banged on the door. Even with the lights on, the silent room terrified me.

"Punish me another way! I'll take it-even if I have to kneel and apologize!" I begged through tears.

"I never thought I'd raise someone so spoiled," Hawk Ethan's voice came from outside, laced with irritation. "Did you think about the consequences when you hurt her?"

"I didn't hurt anyone! I really didn't! Let me out, please!" I banged harder, my body trembling.

The noise outside stopped. Suddenly, thunder roared. I screamed and huddled in the corner, physical fear and emotional despair tangled together. Then, intimate sounds drifted from the next room. My face turned pale.

"Hawk Ethan! You said you'd love me, protect me, you can't do this to me!" I beat on the door and cried, but the thunder drowned out my voice. No one answered.

My consciousness faded, and I mumbled,

"Why are you doing this? Why say you can't live without me, then hurt me like this?"