Chapter 6

Diana's POV

He tilted his head, taking several deep breaths.

"Diana, calm down!"

He grabbed my wrist as I swung again, his grip strong, painfully tight.

"Listen to my explanation! I left in a hurry and forgot to explain in detail."

"About your parents-I inquired carefully later. They're watching it closely from above. There's almost no room to maneuver, it's basically set in stone..."

His tone was urgent, carrying an eagerness to shirk responsibility.

"It just so happened the psychologist said Cecilia had serious emotional and mental problems from the abortion, with signs of depression. It would be best to change environments and relax."

"I had no choice. If something happened to her in that state, how could I face her deceased parents? So I took her away to clear her head..."

He even sighed helplessly, as if bearing tremendous grievance and helplessness.

"I know you've been anxious this whole time, but things have priorities."

"Cecilia's situation was critical. Your parents' matter was already settled."

"Besides, you can't have children anyway. How could you understand Cecilia's pain of losing a baby?"

All my movements froze in that instant.

I couldn't help murmuring.

"I don't have children..."

I looked at this man who once promised me a lifetime.

His face still bore the red marks from my slaps, yet such heart-piercing words came from his mouth.

My heart felt like it was being squeezed by an invisible hand, crushed, every fragment stabbing into my flesh, the pain making it almost impossible to breathe.

I wanted to cry out loud, to demand how he could say such things.

But my throat seemed blocked by something. I couldn't make a sound.

Only my body trembled slightly, beyond my control.

I dug my nails deep into my palm with all my might.

I don't have children...

Yes, I could conceive once too.

Who was it that, when he fought for his future at drinking tables, felt sorry for him fighting alone?

Who drank glass after glass by his side, blocking drinks for him, navigating among all kinds of people?

And who was it that, through years of such entertaining and alcohol erosion, gradually broke down physically and lost the qualification to be a mother?

He now pitied Cecilia's pain of losing a child-but what about my pain?

What I lost was far more than an unborn child. It was my hope for a future family, a part of my body.

He forgot. He forgot it all.

My whole body shook violently.

I raised my head and stared at Damian.

Then I grabbed the water glass beside me and hurled it viciously at him.

Damian was caught off guard as hot water splashed his face, choking him into stumbling backward.

But this was just the beginning.

I grabbed and threw whatever I could reach without caring.

"Get out! Damian! Get out! Get out!!"

I screamed.

Damian dodged frantically while trying to stop me.

"Diana! Are you crazy! Stop it!"

In the chaos, I found a ceramic vase.

It was a gift Damian gave me the first time he earned "big money" years ago.

I once treasured it, displaying it in the most prominent place in our home.

Now, I only found it disgusting.

I raised the vase high with both hands and hurled it at Damian with all my life's strength.

Damian dodged to the side hastily.

"Crash!!"

The vase grazed his shoulder and flew past, missing him.

But it struck solidly the figure who had just pushed the door open behind him.

Immediately followed by a woman's piercing scream and the dull thud of something hitting the floor.

Time seemed to freeze for an instant.

I gasped for breath, looking over.

Cecilia pressed her hand to her forehead, staggering against the doorframe. Bright red blood seeped between her fingers.

A delicate paper bag lay torn at her feet, its contents spilling out.

Her face was pale as death. Tears sprang to her eyes, instant and real.

Yet she still forced herself to look up into the room, her voice catching with sobs.

"Sorry... Damian, Diana... I came at a bad time..."

Damian turned around, absolutely furious.

He spun around abruptly, strode up to me in a few steps, and before I could react, raised his hand and slapped me hard!

Two extremely loud slaps, delivered with full force.