Alcohol was absolutely off-limits for Aiden.
I went through so much trouble and put in so much effort just to help him heal his stomach. And now, just to make his true love smile, he was downing drink after drink like it was nothing.
I suddenly couldn’t hold it in anymore.
So, this was what happened when someone was pushed to the edge of fury. There was no such thing as staying calm, thinking rationally, or weighing the consequences.
My mind roared with anger, and I charged forward.
I snatched the glass from Aiden’s hand and smashed it onto the floor.
“You bastard!” I screamed.
Aiden stared at me in shock.
“Ah!” Skyla gasped, startled. She took two steps back, tripped, and fell.
Her hand knocked over a nearby serving cart, sending the steaming hot soup splashing everywhere. Scalding oil splattered across her face and forehead.
She let out a piercing scream.
Aiden jolted and shouted in panic, “Skyla!”
Everyone rushed toward her.
Suddenly, a powerful shove slammed into my shoulder, making me lose my balance. I stumbled backward and crashed onto the floor. My forehead struck the edge of a table.
One of Aiden’s young subordinates glared at me viciously. “Where did this madwoman come from? Do you think you can run after hurting someone?”
I clutched my head, feeling a warm liquid trickle down, blurring my vision. Through the blood, I saw Aiden rushing toward me, his face etched with panic.
But I didn’t care. I lost it.
I screamed at the top of my lungs, “I saw it! I saw everything in that damn folder! You two are disgusting! It’s absolutely revolting!”
…
For the past three months, every time I thought about what happened next, it always felt like a dream.
It was a nightmare—a horrific, twisted nightmare.
The shock, the head injury, the screaming—I must have worked myself up too much because I blacked out.
When I woke up in the hospital, Aiden was sitting next to me. His head was bowed low, and his expression was blank.
Weakly, I opened my mouth. “Get out. I don’t want to see you. You make me sick.”
Aiden’s body stiffened. He raised his unshaven face, his voice hoarse as he said, “Lily, don’t get so worked up. It’s not what you think.”
