Chapter 28
Under her hazy gaze, Victoria looked at his cold, stern face. His eyes, darkened with desire, held no warmth as they locked onto hers. His words felt like a sharp blade, stabbing mercilessly into her heart.
She had once adored his eyes.
Every time he looked at her, she believed he loved her deeply. But now, all of that seemed like a cruel joke.
Without thinking, she raised her hand to slap him across the face.
Henry, however, easily caught her wrist. He pushed her aside with a swift motion, making her body shudder, her full chest following suit.
The desire in Henry's eyes only deepened as he leaned in to kiss her.
Victoria's gaze grew distant as she stared at the familiar ceiling above. This was their master bedroom, the place where they had shared countless passionate nights. But now, all she wanted was to escape.
"No... I don't want this..." Her voice cracked, rough and soft, her body tensing, despite her physical response. Even though her body betrayed her, her heart was full of resistance.
The moment she spoke, his fury surged, and his presence darkened, as if he were about to tear her apart.
But just then, the shrill ring of a phone cut through the tension.
It was a call from Sarah.
Henry froze. He glanced at her body, marked by their shared intimacy, his desire momentarily suppressed. He turned away and answered the call.
"Hello?" His voice, once cold and harsh, now carried a subtle softness.
Victoria wrapped the blanket around herself tightly.
"Okay, don't worry. I'll be right there," Henry said calmly. He straightened his clothes, briefly glancing at the figure under the blanket.
With an icy tone, he added, "When I get back, I expect to see Jude eating a proper meal."
His words were sharp, and the underlying threat was clear.
Victoria didn't dare challenge him.
He turned and left in a hurry, his footsteps echoing down the hall.
After a long silence, Victoria finally emerged from the blanket. She took a quick shower and then walked into the walk-in closet.
As she entered, the lights flickered on. The section for women's clothes was empty because she had gotten rid of everything. He hadn't replaced any of it, leaving nothing for her to wear.
So she grabbed one of his sweaters and paired it with a pair of sweatpants, tightening the waistband before heading downstairs.
In the dining room, Jude sat at the table, eating slowly, even though it was just a simple salad. He finished every bite carefully.
When he saw her come down, his eyes reddened, but he quickly looked away. Yet his stiff profile betrayed his feelings. He was hurt, upset, and clearly needed comfort.
Victoria cast him a complex, unreadable look before turning back into the kitchen.
When she returned, she had prepared a lavish meal. She set it all on the table before turning to leave.
"You...". Jude's voice trembled as he called her, but the words caught in his throat.
She turned back, her expression steady. "If you think it's forced, don't call me. I don't even remember having a son."
Jude stood frozen, his gaze locked on her. He said nothing, but tears shimmered in his eyes.
When he was sick before, she would always comfort him so gently.
Even if she had lost her memory, she should still care for him the same way.
He had been waiting for her to do just that.
Looking at Jude like this, Victoria couldn't help but want to laugh.
She had once poured her heart out to them, but they'd never cared.
Now that she had made up her mind to leave, suddenly, they all wanted her back.
But life wasn't full of second chances, and regret didn't work like that.
With a cold glance, Victoria turned and walked away.