After Divorce, My Ex-Husband Lost His Mind

Chapter 5

At last, Raymond's gaze fell on Violet.

But there was no concern in it, no comfort. His fists clenched with a c***k, and with one punch he knocked the bodyguard beside Violet to the ground.

Violet froze. "Raymond, are you insane? He saved me! Why are you hitting him?"

"The last person who failed to protect you had his corpse eaten clean by fish long ago. Anyone who lets you get hurt deserves to die."

With that, he flicked out a dagger and began walking toward the bodyguard step by step.

Dragging her blood-soaked body, Violet threw herself in front of him. "What are you trying to do?"

Raymond did not answer.

He needed only a glance. Several bodyguards closed in from all sides and pinned down the man who had saved her.

Violet's vision began to blacken. Staggering, she tried to get to her feet and shield the man who had rescued her. "Raymond, stop! If it weren't for him, I'd be the one dead in the sea right now! What right do you have to kill him? When the shark came at me, where were you..."

Before she could finish, the bodyguard was thrown into the sea and instantly torn to pieces by the sharks that had not yet swum far away.

"Raymond!!"

The red blooming across the surface of the sea stabbed Violet in the eyes. She let out a hoarse scream, the taste of blood rising in her throat.

Her eyes burning red, she turned to Raymond and raised her hand in fury to strike him. At that very moment, a figure stepped in front of him.

A sharp slap rang out.

A red handprint immediately appeared on Winona's face.

Her gaze went blank. "Mr. Morrow, it was all my fault... That slap should have been mine to take for you anyway."

Raymond's eyes were like knives, as though he wanted to skin Violet alive. "Violet, I think you really have gone mad! If your blood hadn't lured the shark over, none of this would have happened! Remember this. That bodyguard died because of you."

Violet stared at their retreating backs. Blood dripped from her burning palm, one drop at a time. Her heart had gone so numb with pain that she could hardly feel it anymore.

So... Raymond was blaming her.

He was also punishing her on purpose.

So this was what it looked like when Raymond cherished someone, even when that person had not suffered a single scratch.

It was just that the person he treated that way was no longer her.

Violet staggered all the way from the pier to the hospital.

She was covered in blood, and passersby all asked whether she needed help. But the man who had once said he would protect her for life did not even send a single text asking how she was.

Inside the examination room, the nurses' conversation drifted into her ears.

"That model on the sixth-floor inpatient ward is way too lucky!"

"Her husband is handsome enough already, but he's also incredibly attentive. She was only a little shaken, and he directly booked out the entire floor for her. When I passed by just now, I even saw them kissing. The man's handsome, the woman's beautiful. They're such a feast for the eyes!"

The doctor tapped the desk, pulling Violet back from her thoughts. "The wound needs cleaning, local anesthesia, and stitches. Where is your family?"

She lowered her eyes and let out a bitter laugh. "I'm already divorced. I don't have any family."

Violet's injury was fairly serious. Even after the stitches, she still needed to stay in the hospital for observation for a day.

By the time she finished the admission procedures, it was already dark.

Not wanting to trouble the servants at home, Violet planned to go to the small convenience shop outside the hospital to buy some toiletries.

The night was very deep.

She had just stepped out of the hospital when a van suddenly stopped beside her. A large hand holding a white cloth clamped over her mouth and nose.

A sharp, choking smell rushed into her nose and lungs. Only a few seconds later, Violet lost consciousness.

When she woke again, her hands and feet were already tied, and a sack had been pulled over her head.