The Day His Demands Broke My Water novel Chapter 98

His eyes were red, as though ready to kill. He shouted frantically, "Silas, why?"

"Why are you crying over something belonging to a dead person? How long did they even stay with you?"

I couldn’t breathe under his grip and let death come.

But then, he suddenly released me. "Get lost!"

I scrambled out, running as fast as I could down the stairs, where a vast lake awaited below, and not even the shadow of the ring could be seen.

Exhaustion flooded my heart, and without a second thought, I jumped.

I wanted to grasp the one thing that truly belonged to me.

I woke up in the hospital.

Aaron was sitting by my side, and when he saw me wake up, his fingers brushed over my lips, as if speaking to himself, "Is it really that important?"

I didn't know if it was that important.

I only knew that in my desolate life, besides Aaron, only my mother had ever given me unconditional love.

Now, Aaron was gone, taking with him the only thing my mother had left me.

I refused to speak to him and turned my back on him.

My phone vibrated.

I opened the video and saw Silas leisurely pouring boiling water onto a cat. The little cat tried to run away, but she grabbed it and forced more water on it.

The cat's cries were heartbreaking.

My heart clenched, and I passed the video to Aaron. "Aaron!!!"

"Save Lucas!"

"Save it, you raised it too!"

Aaron frowned.

Just when I thought he might be moved, he sneered, "Harper is just playing with Lucas, it won't really hurt it."

My heart hurt so much that I could barely breathe. I threw off the blanket, wanting to run back.

But unexpectedly, Aaron grabbed my wrist, forcefully pressing me back into the bed, tearing my hospital gown apart.

Cold kisses rained down on me. I struggled desperately, but it only seemed to annoy him. He used his suit tie to tie my hands to the headboard.

Laughing coldly at my tears, he said, "Silas, you cry over the dead, and you cry over a cat too?"

"And what about me? What do I count as?"

He ignored me completely and intrusively took what he wanted.

Like a mad beast, he exhausted me until I could no longer resist. I didn’t know how long it lasted, but eventually, I passed out.

When I woke up again, Aaron was gone.

The doctor looked at me several times as though he wanted to say something but hesitated. Finally, he spoke softly, "Miss Palmer, your body can’t handle such... activity. You should be more careful next time."

I tried to move but felt as though my body had been torn apart.

Tears began to fall.