Chapter 427 The Breaking Point
Chapter 427 The Breaking Point
Lily remembered the day John recorded her voice.
It had been when they had just made their rtionship official. Sometimes, he would grow <b>insecure </b><b>and </b>ask her to say she loved him, that she would never leave him.
Back then, she had truly loved him. Her whole heart and mind had been filled with him, so of course she’d said it.
But saying it wasn’t enough–he had insisted on recording it.
He’d said that once it was recorded, it would be proof, and she could never go back on her word for the rest of her life.
They had even made an agreement: whenever he yed that recording, no matter how badly they fought, they had to make up. They could never break up.
Lily had once believed they truly never would.
But after Elsa returned to the country, she had realized there was no such thing <b>as </b>“forever.”
A rtionship needed both people to nurture it if it was to be happy andsting.
When only one person gave everything, while the other repaid it with betrayal and mistrust, even the deepest love would eventually be worn away.
And in its ce, resentment would grow.
“Lily, you said it yourself–whenever I y the recording, no matter how angry you are, you won’t <i>leave </i>me.”
John knelt on one knee by the bed, clutching the recorder in a death grip. “These words came from your own mouth. You can’t go back on them.”
“Let’s make up.”
“I want to go back on them.”
There was no way Lily would reconcile with him.
She struggled hard, but the tie binding her wrists wouldn’t give. Panting, she spat out, “I keep my promises only if you don’t betray me. John, you broke your word. You betrayed my love for you. What right do you have to demand I keep mine?”
“I didn’t betray you, I—”
He almost said there was nothing between him and Elsa.
But then he remembered New Year’s Eve, when he’d been drunk out of his mi and left her pregnant. He couldn’t bring himself to say the lie out loud.
Closing his eyes in pain, his voice went hoarse. “I never stopped loving you.”
orced himself on her…
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“I admit, I only wanted Elsa to have no regrets. I did some things that hurt you, but <b>there </b><b>was </b>never any romance between us.”
His words made Lily sick to her stomach.
“Oh, right—kissing and sleeping together. What a pure friendship that must have been.*
Her tone dripped with mockery.
Rebellious and unyielding, she refused to be cowed. John’s fury simmered, but guilt kept him from shouting at her.
After a long silence, he murmured as if in a daze, “That night was an ident, I never meant to touch Elsa.”
“Lily, I don’t want to lose you.”
Still kneeling, he inched closer, like a lost traveler clinging to his only guiding star, and wrapped her in his arms with desperate strength.
“Don’t talk about breaking up. Let’s live our lives together. I don’t care that James touched you, or that you carried his child. Don’t hold my mistake with Elsa against me, alright?”
He leaned in, trying to kiss her.
“Don’t touch me!”
Lily had long since stopped loving him. She couldn’t bear the thought of his lips on hers<b>. </b>
She didn’t want his arms crushing her, either.
But with her wrists tied, she couldn’t shove him away, much less p him across the face.
As she struggled, her cor came loose, revealing a swath of red marks across her neck.
John’s gaze dropped–and froze.
In a heartbeat, he tore her cor wider.
As he suspected, her corbone, and even further down, bore dark marks–passionate imprints left by a man in the heat of desire.
Her ankles, legs, and waist bore different marks–faint bruises where a man’s hands had gripped her hard while iming her.
It was obvious. She had been with another man.
A surge of rage and jealousy hit him like a de, driving him to the edge of madness.
His hands mped down on her shoulders with a violence that seemed to pro…se he’d drag her straight to hell with him
“Lily… you let another man’sleep with you again? Tell me–was it James? Jackson? Or Simon? Say it!”
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Thest time he’d dragged her back to their old home, trying to force her to lose the baby, he’d noticed marks on her too.
But this time, the marks were more obvious, more numerous, more ring.
Looking at the dark red mottling her skin, he could almost see the faceless man pressing down on her. biting and iming her with frenzied greed.
The marks on her legs were worse–proof that man had taken her not once, but many times.
She was pregnant, and yet she had still gone to bed with another man? Was she that desperate for a man’s touch?
The more he thought, the deeper the hatred wed at him. His grip on her shoulders threatened to crush bone.
His voice was like a whipced with poison. “Last night… how many times did that bastard touch you? Tell me–was it five? Six? Or seven?”