Chapter 6

Evelyn POV

"I'm going to kill her! Logan, you bastard!" I kept struggling, but I had no strength left.

My bloodshot eyes stared at Hannah, wishing I could tear her to pieces.

"I think you really have gone insane." Logan angrily tore the old bracelet off Hannah's wrist.

"I know this thing is important to you, but you shouldn't have hit Hannah. Evelyn, you need to pay the price."

As he spoke, Logan broke the fragile bracelet right in front of me.

"No!!" I screamed, the pain making my entire body tremble uncontrollably.

But the bracelet still broke into several pieces before my eyes. Logan turned, walked into the bathroom, threw the remnants into the toilet, and pressed the flush.

"Logan, no, please! I'm begging you!"

I cried and pleaded, but it was too late. The sound of rushing water carried away the last proof of Wyatt's existence.

All of it gone.

Logan's face was cold and stern. He turned back to me, roughly grabbed my chin, and forced me to meet his eyes.

"You need to recognize your place. You're nothing but a dog following behind me. What right do you have to lash out and bite?"

After a moment of shock, I suddenly shook off the security guards restraining me and bit down hard on Logan's wrist.

The man's cry of pain mingled with Hannah's scream.

But I refused to let go no matter what. All I could see was Wyatt's face and all our beautiful memories together.

The metallic taste filled my mouth. Doctors and nurses rushed in to help, but I didn't release my grip until I'd torn a chunk of flesh from Logan's wrist.

The nurse frantically bandaged him while Logan stared at me in disbelief.

But I laughed-hair disheveled, I looked like a demon crawled back from hell, my laughter eerie and terrible.

"Evelyn..." Logan spoke softly despite the searing pain in his hand.

But I began coughing violently, coughing so hard I couldn't hear the voices around me.

Not until I coughed up blood did I finally collapse.

In the second before I closed my eyes, I still stared at Logan with hatred.

When I woke again, I found myself lying in bed at home. The room was quiet. I instinctively reached for my bracelet, but my wrist was empty.

The door opened. Logan stood by the bed in his suit, his wrist wrapped in thick bandages.

He casually tossed a new, expensive diamond bracelet onto the blanket.

"Consider us even. You bit me, so we're square."

I gave a cold smile, my eyes full of mockery, offering no response.

"I'm taking Hannah to the charity gala tomorrow. You stay home. Last time...you did hit her first. You were in the wrong, so the punishment was deserved."

"Can I go to the gala?" My voice sounded unexpectedly hoarse as I spoke.

Logan paused, frowning slightly in confusion.

"I won't get in your way. I just need some air. I know I was wrong." I lowered my gaze, playing the obedient role as I clutched the diamond bracelet tightly in my palm.

"Fine. As long as you behave, the family and I...won't treat you badly. You're still my wife."

He reached out stiffly and patted my head before turning to leave.

At the door, Logan stopped. "Remember to take your medicine."

I didn't answer. The door closed again.

I tossed the expensive diamond bracelet into the trash, wiped my tears, and dialed a familiar number.

"What I need. It will be here tomorrow, right?"