A pained hiss escaped his lips.
It was Julian's gasp. Beads of sweat dotted his temples, born of sheer agony.
Stacy stood frozen nearby, dumbstruck.
"To the hospital! Now!"
I spoke without hesitation, my tone firm and unwavering.
Stacy had thrown sulfuric acid, intending to disfigure me. She believed that by scarring my face, Julian would stop loving me and return to her.
What foolish naivety.
A bystander called the police, and officers soon hauled Stacy away.
After his back wounds were treated, Julian slipped into unconsciousness.
I didn't enter the ward. Instead, I called Matilda directly.
Later, I learned Julian had been demanding to see me the moment he woke. He had called and texted relentlessly, all of which I ignored.
Eventually, Arthur contacted me. This man, who had alw
