Why did I Even Cry for the Husband who Sent Me to Jail
Chapter 3
When I woke up, I soon noticed that I was in a dark and damp storage room. Leonardo sat on the edge of the bed, bloodshot eyes and stubble showing on his jaw.
Ever since he gave our marital bedroom to Daphne, he hadn’t sat at my bedside. He was holding a bowl of soup.
“This is the mushroom soup you like. I made it myself,” his voice was raspier than I’d ever heard it.
Leonardo’s mushroom soup used to be my favorite. Whenever I was angry or sulking, the soup always improved my mood. But now, the smell of it alone caused acid surged up my throat and I felt nauseous. Only then did I remember I hadn’t taken my medicine for two days.
I pushed the bowl away. “Where are Ronan’s ashes?”
His hand froze in mid-air, his face went hard at once.
Crash!
He slammed the bowl to the floor. Shards and scalding hot soup flew everywhere.
“Violet!” he snarled. “Can’t you just obey me once? Can you stop forcing me to hate you?”
I glared back. “Where are Ronan’s ashes?”
“Scattered.” He spat the word through clenched teeth.
“Leonardo, you animal!” I bet him like a madwoman.
He grabbed my wrist and seized my collar. “You were willing to use our own son’s life as bait to frame Daphne,” his eyes rimmed red, each word venomous, “of course I can be far crueller than you.”
I laughed so much that tears streamed down my face. “Leonardo, are you blind? Me, making plans to harm my only child? Why can’t you trust me even once? Why do you always take Daphne’s side without questioning them?”
The hatred in his gaze almost swallowed me. “How am I supposed to trust you? You are the woman who nearly killed my whole family! If it wasn’t for Daph, I never would have known what a venomous woman you are!”
I murmured, “Yeah, true! If it weren’t for Daphne, how would I have fallen so low?”
He looked at me and gritted his teeth. “Violet, I'd hate you to death.”
“Then why don’t you kill me?” I asked.
His hand shot up and clamped around my throat. I could feel the pressure slowly tightening. The air gradually left me. I didn’t even have the will to struggle. Yet, I felt his hand trembling.
Then, in the next instant, he released his grip. “I hate myself more for not being able to do it.”
I answered calmly, “Let’s get a divorce.”
“No way! Violet, you are my mortal enemy. You belong to me, to suffer for the rest of your life!” With that, he slammed the door so hard the dust fell from the ceiling.
I stared, stunned, at the doorway.
Tomorrow the police would come to arrest Daphne. Leonardo, how would you react to that?
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When I woke up, I soon noticed that I was in a dark and damp storage room. Leonardo sat on the edge of the bed, bloodshot eyes and stubble showing on his jaw.
Ever since he gave our marital bedroom to Daphne, he hadn’t sat at my bedside. He was holding a bowl of soup.
“This is the mushroom soup you like. I made it myself,” his voice was raspier than I’d ever heard it.
Leonardo’s mushroom soup used to be my favorite. Whenever I was angry or sulking, the soup always improved my mood. But now, the smell of it alone caused acid surged up my throat and I felt nauseous. Only then did I remember I hadn’t taken my medicine for two days.
I pushed the bowl away. “Where are Ronan’s ashes?”
His hand froze in mid-air, his face went hard at once.
Crash!
He slammed the bowl to the floor. Shards and scalding hot soup flew everywhere.
“Violet!” he snarled. “Can’t you just obey me once? Can you stop forcing me to hate you?”
I glared back. “Where are Ronan’s ashes?”
“Scattered.” He spat the word through clenched teeth.
“Leonardo, you animal!” I bet him like a madwoman.
He grabbed my wrist and seized my collar. “You were willing to use our own son’s life as bait to frame Daphne,” his eyes rimmed red, each word venomous, “of course I can be far crueller than you.”
I laughed so much that tears streamed down my face. “Leonardo, are you blind? Me, making plans to harm my only child? Why can’t you trust me even once? Why do you always take Daphne’s side without questioning them?”
The hatred in his gaze almost swallowed me. “How am I supposed to trust you? You are the woman who nearly killed my whole family! If it wasn’t for Daph, I never would have known what a venomous woman you are!”
I murmured, “Yeah, true! If it weren’t for Daphne, how would I have fallen so low?”
He looked at me and gritted his teeth. “Violet, I'd hate you to death.”
“Then why don’t you kill me?” I asked.
His hand shot up and clamped around my throat. I could feel the pressure slowly tightening. The air gradually left me. I didn’t even have the will to struggle. Yet, I felt his hand trembling.
Then, in the next instant, he released his grip. “I hate myself more for not being able to do it.”
I answered calmly, “Let’s get a divorce.”
“No way! Violet, you are my mortal enemy. You belong to me, to suffer for the rest of your life!” With that, he slammed the door so hard the dust fell from the ceiling.
I stared, stunned, at the doorway.
Tomorrow the police would come to arrest Daphne. Leonardo, how would you react to that?
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