He looked guilty and avoided eye contact with me.

I realized that they had already gotten together at this time, and I was the only one who didn't know.

Fortunately, I came back.

In my previous life, I was miserable.

My family went bankrupt, and I found Dean and begged him for mercy.

But he threw the red wine on the ground and pointed at the glass on the ground, saying to me, "Apologize to Abby while kneeling, and I will let you off."

I knelt.

I knelt, and the pieces of glass penetrated my skin.

It was painful and cold.

The two sensations stimulated my senses, making me even more awake.

I looked at Abby with a smile and said word by word, "I was wrong. Miss Nicholson, Mr. Reese, please spare our family."

Abby, like a frightened little rabbit, exclaimed and hid in Dean's arms. She said, "Dean, her eyes are so scary. She used to bully me. Will she retaliate against me after her comeback? I'm scared!"

Dean patted her back with a gentle and affectionate look. "No, she won't have a chance."

Then he waved to the bodyguards behind him, and they dragged me away as if I were a dead dog.

I screamed hoarsely behind the two, but they ignored me.

When I woke up, I was already in a mental hospital.

Under Dean's instructions, I was not allowed to leave and received "special care" every day.

My wounds healed and then were ripped open, my nails grew back and then were peeled off, and the continuous electric shocks made me wish for death...

Those pains were deeply buried in my soul, and I would never forget them.

But now, I hid them and smiled at Dean.

"Come on. I was just joking with you. You are my fiancé, and you promised my father that you would always take my side."

I looked at him seriously and said slowly, "You won't forget, right?"

He became even more nervous under my gaze and nodded quickly. "Of course. I've got something to do, so I'll leave."

He hurriedly left, completely unaware of Abby's tearful eyes.

Without his presence, I approached Abby step by step.

I clutched her face and wiped the ink on her face slowly.

"You were so arrogant when you spilled the ink on me. What happened?

"Oh, I remember now. You were acting tough because he was here. Now that he's gone, you can't act tough anymore. Right?"

I squeezed her face hard, watching her tears fall before letting go.

Without being restrained by me, she fled like a frightened mouse.

Looking at her disheveled figure, I laughed.