hapter 3: Can’t Keep the Act Up Anymore?
The early October morning in Seattle carried a bone–chilling cold. Sabrina wrapped her tattered clothes tightly around her as she staggered toward the Adams Villa.
Jonah lay on his soft bed, his mind a chaotic mess, recalling the location update his assistant had sent yesterday. Sabrina had been tracked to a seaside villa in Seattle. He
early smashed his phone in anger–he had been fooled by that woman with the same trick yet again.
Frowning deeply, Jonah got up and poured himself a glass of water, trying to calm the agitation stirring within him. Suddenly, he heard some unusual sounds coming from downstairs, making his heart jolt.
Jonah, still holding the glass, walked over to the window. There, outside the gate, he saw Sabrina, in a disheveled state, lying on the steps, struggling to knock on the door.
What act is she putting on now?
Jonah furrowed his brows and walked downstairs, step by step, until he reached the front door. He pulled it open.
“Can’t keep up the fucking act anymore, so you’ve decided to come back?”
Hearing the man’s voice, Sabrina slowly lifted her head. Jonah was startled by her
appearance.
Her eyes were bloodshot, her face pale with an unhealthy flush, and her lips were bruised
and discolored.
Suppressing the turmoil in his heart, Jonah stared at her directly. Sabrina clutched the doorframe, struggling to stand. Slowly, she opened her mouth and asked hoarsely, “Why?”
Why did you treat me like this?
She had dragged herself back, step by step, just to ask the man before her–why could he be
so heartless? Did he hate her so much that he wished her dead?
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Chapter 3: Can’t Keep the Act Up Anymore?
Her voice, once clear and beautiful, was now rough and harsh, as if cut by tiny blades. Jonah instinctively stepped back, a look of disgust flashing in his eyes.
Seeing his blatant reaction, Sabrina suddenly grabbed his arm and shouted, “Jonah, why are you doing this? Do you even care about me…?”
With her desperate movement, her already torn clothes shifted, revealing the bruises on
her arms and the ugly marks on her chest.
Ariah shook her off, and she fell heavily to the ground.
The gravel dug into her skin, causing blood to bloom like plum blossoms, but she seemed
oblivious to the pain, only staring in despair at the man she had loved for nearly ten years.
Seeing the marks on her body, Jonah suddenly knelt down and hastily pulled open
Sabrina’s collar. When he saw the scattered bruises and injuries, he froze.
Sabrina, however, grinned at him. “Are you satisfied now, Jonah?”
Then, she began to laugh and cry at the same time, pointing at her abdomen. “Do you see it? Do you see my child? The child is gone too. Are you satisfied?”
Jonah instinctively followed her gaze and saw that blood had soaked through her dress, gathering into a dark stain.
The madness in Sabrina’s voice echoed around the silent villa entrance.
Jonah snapped out of it, shoved Sabrina aside, and stood up abruptly.
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