Chapter 534 Why Did I Endured?
After Victoria hung up the phone, her anger only grew. Noticing the infusion bag was nearly empty, she yanked out the needle, pressed a piece of paper to the puncture site, and started to get out of bed.
"Victoria, what are you doing? Let me handle it," Janaye offered.
"You can't," Victoria snapped, swinging her legs over the side of the bed.
She needed to get out of there.
If Alexander wanted to stay, fine. She was leaving.
Janaye watched Victoria struggle to walk and called out softly, "Victoria."
The sound of her name felt like a dagger to Victoria's heart.
But she didn't stop. She couldn't stay here.
She hated everything about this place, even the air.
Suddenly, a hand grabbed her wrist and pinned her against the wall.
Alexander's fingers gripped her jaw, forcing her to look at him. "Where do you think you're going?" he demanded.
Tears welled up in Victoria's eyes, but she couldn't speak.
Blood trickled from the back of her hand, running down her arm. She clung to his strong arm, just trying to breathe.
Alexander, cold and unyielding, had her throat in a vice. A little more pressure, and she'd be done for.
Victoria slowly let go of his arm, her hands pressing against the wall, letting him hold her jaw.
She thought, 'Just a bit more pressure. He can end it. I won't fear sleep anymore. I'll be gone, and we’ll be over. I won't even hate him. I'll thank him for a quick end.'
But memories of Alexander spoiling her, calling himself her husband, saying she could hit and scold him because he was hers, flooded her mind.
Her tears, like broken pearls, streamed down, wetting Alexander's hand.
His hand trembled, but his gaze grew colder.
Janaye, still by the bed, was too scared to move until she saw blood dripping from Victoria's hand. She finally spoke up, "Mr. Harrington, Mrs. Harrington's hand is bleeding."
Alexander didn't budge, still staring at Victoria.
"Get out," he ordered Janaye.
Realizing she wasn't helping, Janaye lowered her head and walked to the door, not looking up as she passed them.
The door closed, leaving just the two of them.
Alexander's hand moved from her jaw to gently grip her neck.
Victoria could still feel his warmth, just like before.
But remembering the voice she heard at Regal Retreat, she felt he was filthy.
Alexander suddenly asked, "Do you think this will make me pity you?"
Victoria, tears streaming, smiled calmly.
Her eyes seemed to say she wouldn't dare hope for his pity.
If he had any pity for her, he wouldn't have slept with another woman in their home.
As time passed and Alexander got no response, he suddenly let go of her.
Victoria's eyes lowered, hiding her pain. When her hands could no longer support her, Alexander scooped her up from the floor.
He took long strides, carrying her back to the bed.
Fear flashed in Victoria's eyes, but she just lay there quietly.
Alexander loomed over her, gripping her jaw again.
"I often wonder why I endured those days and nights with you. You never appreciated anything I gave you," he said hoarsely.
Tears continued to flow from the corners of Victoria's eyes.
But she gradually understood what he meant.
She just sneered, making no move to resist.
His hand moved from her waist to her slender legs.
Now that she wore short skirts all the time, it seemed to make things easier for him.
Victoria looked at him with a smile, then slowly raised her hand to embrace him.
However, Alexander, with disgust, grabbed her arm and pressed it to the bed. "Don't touch me," he commanded.
Victoria asked softly, "Then what should I do?"
Alexander suddenly hated her submissive demeanor, knowing she didn't want this.
Victoria smiled. "Will you let me go after we're done?"
"Shut up," Alexander commanded repressively.
"Let's do it. Once we're done, you won't do this anymore." Victoria looked at him blankly.
She just wanted to end this silent war with him quickly.
Alexander was still the same, but why was he no longer the man she imagined?
He should be so gentle and considerate and a good man.
Victoria looked at Alexander with disappointment and sincerity, hoarsely and calmly telling him, "Alexander, don't hold back anymore. This isn't like you."
Alexander sneered. "Like me? Do you think you know me well?"
"I just know some big shots' preferences. They usually treat women as tools for venting. They only love themselves." Victoria looked at Alexander, her voice growing weaker with each word, but she kept smiling.
She hoped this would be their first and last time making love.
Alexander mocked, "You seem to know men well. You must have seen many."
Victoria said calmly, "Sorry to disappoint you. So far, I've only seen you, Mr. Harrington."
Alexander glanced down, continuing to humiliate her. "Doesn't seem like it. Must have learned it later."
Victoria laughed and said, "Mr. Harrington, you look like you've seen quite a few women too."
Alexander suddenly let go of her, got up from her, and knelt there unbuttoning his shirt. "Spread your legs yourself," he commanded.
Victoria didn't speak, feeling a sharp pain in her legs, but she obediently spread them.
As Alexander unbuttoned his shirt, Victoria couldn't help but admire him. He had always kept his body in great shape.
The ward had a strange sense of oppression, completely different from the intimate posture of the two on the bed.
It was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
A cloud passed outside the window, and thunder rumbled again. The sky darkened.
Victoria heard the sound of a belt being undone, followed by Alexander's tall body pressing down on her again.
"Now you're obedient," Alexander sneered.
"Of course, I have to make my sugar daddy happy." Victoria smiled, her voice gentle, raising her hand to embrace him again, but he pressed it down, his low voice filled with disgust. "You really make me sick."
Victoria didn't know how to respond, feeling a bit incapable of reacting. She just relaxed herself, waiting for his attack.
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