Never Want to See You Again

When Julian Vance's men dragged me into that abandoned warehouse, I never imagined that the man I had loved for three years would order ninety-nine slaps to my face, all for another woman.

Over the phone, his voice was freezing, devoid of any warmth.

“Not a single one less. Make sure she remembers the consequences of hurting Gemma.”

By the time the last slap landed, my face was covered in blood.

Only later did he find out that three years ago, when he was blind and stranded in the snowy mountains, it was me who slit my wrists to feed him my blood, left him the last bits of food, and…