Chapter 58
Jonathan looked like he was about to explode, and there was a storm brewing in his eyes. I could even see the veins in his neck bulging like his blood was boiling with rage.
I screamed at the top of my lungs, “How dare you hit me?”
As far as I could remember, no one had ever hit me. But just now, he actually slapped me across the mouth. It might not have been a slap to the face, but getting smacked in the mouth wasn’t much better.
I complained, “Who the hell gave you the right to slap my mouth? How dare you?”
Jonathan grabbed my chin, his intense eyes locked onto mine. “Take back what you just said.”
I glared at him. “No way. Why should I take it back? You did it, but you can’t handle being called out?”
Without warning, he tossed me onto the bed, killing the intimate mood just moments ago. He fixed his cold gaze on me. “How could you say something so outrageous, Elise?”
I retorted, “So, it’s my fault for calling you out, but not yours for doing it?”
I stared at Jonathan through gritted teeth with the taste of blood filling my mouth. “You kept saying Alice was like a sister to you, but you treated her like a girlfriend the entire time.”
His face darkened again, clouded with emotions I couldn’t read. A chill ran down my spine, and I shrank back, but he still caught me with his hand.
I grunted in pain as he grabbed my neck. I struggled to breathe, glaring at him with bloodshot eyes.
He shouted, “Apologize!”
“I won’t,” I choked out on the verge of suffocating.
After what felt like forever, Jonathan finally let go, glaring at me with his jaw clenched tight.
He stayed quiet for ages before finally saying, “Since you don’t know how to behave, take this time to reflect on your mistakes. When Grandpa’s situation is over, I’ll decide if you get to leave.”
After finishing his sentence, he turned to leave. I froze for a second, then grabbed the pillow next to me and threw it at him. “Are you seriously trying to keep me locked away, Jonathan?”
The pillow smacked him in the back, but he didn’t even flinch. He walked straight to the door and coldly remarked, “I was too lenient back then, giving you too much freedom. Now, you brought this on yourself.”
Jonathan turned to the side, revealing that sharply defined profile. Back in those days when I had a crush
on him, I loved sneaking glances at his side profile.
His chiseled jaw looked almost unreal, like a sculpture too perfect for even the best sculptor to create. But looking at him now felt like being stabbed right in the heart. The pain was more than I could take.
He muttered, “I gave you a chance, Elise. You’re the one who threw it away. You’re not going anywhere
until you understand what you did wrong.”
Then he walked out of the room and shut the door behind him.
I shouted, “You can’t just lock me up, Jonathan.”
Fuming, I was ready to charge at him, but he had already closed the door. I slammed my fist against the door, loud thuds shaking the frame. “What gives you the right to lock me up, Jonathan? I want a divorce.
I shouted and screamed from inside, pounding hard on the door. I heard footsteps outside, but it eventually went quiet.
I knew my cries reached them, but no one dared to open the door.
Leaning against the door, I slowly sank to the floor. It finally hit me how wide the gap was between Jonathan and me. I stayed there all day, from dawn till dusk, staring into nothing.
The housekeepers brought me food a few times, but I ignored them and didn’t eat. Every time I remembered that he locked me in here, I wanted to smack myself for being stupid.
What the hell was I thinking back then? Why did I marry someone out of my league in terms of family background?
I didn’t get rich, didn’t win his heart, and still ended up being betrayed. Worst of all, these upper–class snobs looked down on me every day, and now I couldn’t even leave this marriage when I wanted to. I was so foolish.
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