I walked straight over and stepped right on the broken pieces.
"Ouch, that hurts..." Blood instantly started pouring from my right foot as I clumsily grabbed onto the dining table for support.
"Oh no, Caroline, you stepped on the shards! Sorry, I didn't clean it up for you," Anthony said, his face tense with suspicion.
But once he saw me bleeding, he took a breath of relief.
He helped me into a chair and gently wiped the sweat off my pain-stricken face.
"Hang in there, babe. I'll get the first aid kit right away."
"Thanks," I muttered as I watched him turn away.
My lips curled into a silent, bitter smirk as I cursed inwardly, 'What a hypocritical and suspicious snake!'
Later that night, after my bath and the bandages were on, Anthony helped me onto the bed.
"Here, babe, drink some
