Chapter 442
Chapter 442:
Walking around the chair, he held my shoulders and slowly turned me to face him.
His eyes scrutinized my face from side to side before he gave a shake of his head.
“Might be okay for you, but it’s still not what I wanted.” His fist worked next, connecting with my belly.
I’d seen it coming. But what could I have possibly done when I knew there was no way to escape it?
I groaned as I bent in half, my hand flying to my midriff, the earring dropping to the floor.
His hand came to the back of my neck, holding me roughly. I was sure he was avoiding my hair and face because he didn’t want to mess them up.
“You do things my way, Lyric. Not yours. I thought you should be used to this already?” He spoke with lethal calmness.
I bit my trembling lip as I fought to hold back my tears. I couldn’t shed them on my makeup. It was only going to get him more upset.
“Now, what do you say when you’re wrong?” His voice reduced to a slow whisper, his hand now caressing the back of my neck.
I hated the idea of giving him what he wanted, so I tried to hold off as much as I could.
“Don’t make me hurt you more than I already have, Lyric. What do you say?” His voice got a little rough.
I sniffled, deciding I was tired and wanted this night to end already. “I’m sorry p>
A smug smile crept onto his evil face. His hand finally let go of my neck as he took a step back, tucking both hands into his pockets. “Finish up and come out. We’re almost late p>
I glared hatefully at him as he walked out the door. There were so many things I wished I could do to him. Unfortunately, I was trapped in this hell with Caden.
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I stood in front of the window in my room, lost in the vast space I stared out at.
I was completely ready for the meeting, but that wasn’t what bothered me. Just like it’s been for the past three weeks, I’ve had this strange anger in me—like there was something important I needed to do that I was yet to.
I had the crazy urge to get mad and hurt someone, only I didn’t know who.
Small knocks reached the door before my kids opened up and stepped in.
“Are you going out, Daddy?” Xyla asked, her voice lacking excitement.
“Yes, but Daddy will be home shortly p>
“Are you going with Mummy p>
“No. Mummy has her own place to be p>
Marta had been doing all she could to accompany me to events for the past three weeks, but I wasn’t interested in having any lady beside me.