Chapter 3

3

When I woke up again in the hospital, the sharp scent of disinfectant stung my nose.

Cillian immediately grabbed my hand, his voice urgent. "Sera, you're finally awake!"

I yanked my hand back with all my strength. "Don't touch me."

He frowned and let out a long sigh. "What happened with Rosalie was an accident. I was drugged, Sera. You've been so moody lately, and I didn't want to force you."

I knew he would lie.

I just didn't expect such a pathetic, childish excuse.

I got pregnant only three months after our wedding.

Yet his child with Rosalie was born on the exact same day as mine.

He had betrayed me almost the moment we said "I do."

"Where is Rosalie?" I asked, my voice cold as ice.

Cillian looked troubled. "Sera, this wasn't Rosalie's fault. Besides, you're the one who got violent. You should be the one apologizing."

"You want me to apologize to your mistress?" I almost laughed out loud.

His face darkened. "Don't call her that. She's my woman too."

"Master Cillian..."

A frail voice came from the doorway.

Rosalie was standing there in a white dress, her eyes red and puffy. She was holding a thermos, looking like a kicked puppy.

Her voice trembled, and she suddenly fell to her knees with a loud thud.

"Mistress, it's all my fault."

"Please don't blame the Master. If you want to hit someone, hit me."

She began banging her head against the floor repeatedly.

Cillian immediately rushed to her side, his heart breaking for her. "Seraphina! Look at what you've pushed her to do!"

Rosalie crawled toward me, trying to grab the hem of my pants.

But the moment she touched me, she suddenly flew backward as if I had shoved her.

Cillian rushed to catch her, failing to notice that my waist slammed hard against the bed rail in the commotion.

The pain made me grit my teeth.

He didn't even look at me. He just scooped Rosalie up and ran out of the room.

After they left, a video was sent to my phone.

It was a recording of Cillian and Rosalie making out right inside my hospital room while I was unconscious.

Rosalie was draped over him like she had no bones, looking terrified.

"Cillian, the Mistress knows now. What if she wakes up and fires me?"

Cillian held her tight, his voice full of arrogance.

"You're my woman. I'd like to see anyone try to touch you."

With that, he tilted her chin up and kissed her deeply.

The fact that they were doing this disgusting shit right next to my bed made me shake with rage. I slammed the phone onto the floor.

That evening, Cillian returned with Rosalie.

She walked up to me, carrying a bowl of soup.

"Mistress, I am so sorry. I made this soup specifically for you. Please, have some."

I rejected her instantly. "Get that away from me. It's filthy."

Rosalie looked devastated. "I know you look down on me because I'm the nanny, but I'm not dirty. I shower every day."

Cillian couldn't take it anymore. His voice boomed with anger.

"Seraphina, that's enough! Rosalie already apologized. What more do you want?"

He marched over and grabbed my jaw in a painful grip.

He forced the soup down my throat, ignoring my muffled screams.

【I added a little something extra to this soup. You're going to love it.】

【Since you dared to bully me, this is the Master's punishment for you. You're going to make a total fool of yourself in front of the whole hospital.】

I heard Rosalie's thoughts and looked at Cillian in disbelief.

A wave of unnatural heat began to surge through my body.

Cillian gave me a cold, detached look. "Zack is home alone. I'm going back to take care of him."

As they walked away, my eyes turned bloodshot from the internal fire.

I bit down on my tongue until the taste of iron filled my mouth.

I fought with everything I had to keep my mind clear.

I crawled to the bathroom, step by agonizing step. The cold water from the shower helped clear my head a little.

When dawn broke, I had been under the cold spray all night.

My body was shivering violently, and I felt completely drained of strength.

the effect of whatever they gave me wore off, but my hatred only grew.

I clenched my fists so hard my nails drew blood.

I closed my eyes and let the darkness finally take me.