Chapter 278 Victoria, How dare you lie to me
From the corner of his eye, Alexander caught a fleeting glimpse of the scene before him.
Victoria's wrist bore the cruel imprint of a belt, tightly wound around it the previous night. Her wrist, fragile to begin with, had been subjected to a relentless struggle. In the heat of the moment, the pain had been forgotten, even as the belt bit into her flesh.
Now, however, a sharp pain pierced through her, causing her to release him and quickly hide her hands behind her back. Tears welled up in her eyes and spilled over, cascading down her cheeks. Victoria dropped her gaze, desperate to hide her fear and the pitiful attempt to mask it from Alexander.
With a trembling hand, Alexander cupped her face, his grip reluctant to let go. He didn't spare her another glance, his bloodshot eyes fixated on her injured arm.
"I'm fine, trust me," Victoria implored, her voice resolute despite the uncertainty that prompted her reassurance.
"Show it to me," Alexander demanded, his voice stern and his restraint palpable. He was at a loss, unable to comprehend what had happened. But he was well aware that she was seriously injured.
Victoria shook her head and then quickly hid behind the table in a futile attempt to distance herself from his probing gaze.
"I just accidentally scratched myself. Can you please leave first? I'll catch up with you later," she pleaded, hoping to be left alone before her emotions overwhelmed her.
Confusion clouded Victoria's mind as she grappled with her tears. The discovery of her injury had triggered an emotional outburst she couldn't comprehend. She cast a longing glance at the door, pleading, "You should leave first, please. We'll be in touch later."
She was desperate to hide her vulnerability from him, to keep him from witnessing her at her lowest. Her plea was humble, yet he remained unmoved.
Struggling to maintain his composure, Alexander questioned her in a low voice, "So, my wife is injured, and I don't even have the right to know?"
"We're getting divorced. I won't be your wife for much longer. And I really am fine," Victoria insisted, her poor attempt at acting betraying her. Her tears, her anxiety, her labored breathing, and her desperate attempts to hide the truth all gave her away.
Alexander suddenly understood her actions from the previous night, the shoe cabinet she had used to barricade the door. He thought, 'How could she be so foolish? Did she really believe that would protect her?'
"I want to know if you've been to the hospital, if you've had an X-ray, and if that bastard has been punished. I want to know everything, Victoria. If you dare lie to me again, I promise I will teach you a lesson immediately," Alexander warned, his voice hoarse and menacing, leaving no room for further resistance. His anger was barely contained.
Victoria's wrist bore the scars of her ordeal. Frequent contact with water from washing and other activities, coupled with the hot weather and her tight clothing, often resulted in an unbearable itch.
She had scratched it carefully, but the healing process was slow. She regretted her actions, wishing she had left it alone, no matter how unbearable the itch. Had she known that Alexander would summon her for a divorce, she would have allowed her wounds to heal.
Victoria fell silent, her mind racing. 'What lesson? What else does he intend to do to me?'
The memory of that fateful night filled her with dread, making it impossible for her to meet Alexander's gaze. She lowered her head, biting her lip to suppress a sob. She tried to speak, to say something, anything, but the words wouldn't come.
Alexander's piercing blue eyes bore into her, his gaze unwavering. He studied her tear-streaked face, his voice barely above a whisper as he asked, "Did you go for an X-ray?"
"Yes, I'm fine," Victoria managed to choke out, her voice barely audible.
"So, have you been delaying your return to America because you were injured?" Alexander inquired, his frustration evident. Seeing her in such a state, he was tempted to shake some sense into her.
Victoria nodded subconsciously, only to quickly shake her head. "No," she denied, her injury wasn't the reason for her delay.
Alexander laughed bitterly at her denial. They were separated by a small dining table. He closed the distance, resting his hand on the edge of the table as he studied Victoria once more. "Alright, then," he conceded.
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