Chapter 224
Steve kicked the man, yelling. “What nonsense?”
“Restroom.” I announced, rising slowly to avoid a scene.
Antonio glanced at me, and then at Wendy, who clung to his arm, giving him a pathetic look.
He didn’t check on me.
Upon my return, everyone was eating and playing.
Wendy and Antonio were huddled together. I found a quiet spot.
Steve. ever the instigator. produced a bottle. “Spin the Bottle?”
No objections.
Antonio won the first round; Wendy lost.
She chose truth.
Antonio asked. “Anything awesome lately?”
Wendy batted her lashes. “This year, I met an amazing guy. He bought me
a car and a house, and taught me to drive a Mercedes.
She gave me a smug look.
Everyone knew Antonio was the benefactor, but usually pretended otherwise.
Wendy’s revelation shocked them.
The mood soured, and Steve looked uncomfortable.
He quickly recovered. “Another round! Lila’s turn.”
Wendy won. “Truth is boring. Dare?” she offered.
I insisted. “Truth.”
“Dare’s easier. Antonio said you’re a great swimmer. A quick dip?”
Wendy eyed my stomach thoughtfully.
refused. “I’m not feeling well.”
Wendy glared at Antonio.
He exploded. “You’re a swimmer. Wendy apologized, and she’s trying to make it right. You should do the dare.”
Ignoring my protests, he and Wendy pushed me toward the water.
Wendy removed my jacket, downed a drink, and said, “Lila, I’m sorry. Drink this, and we’re even.”
Why was she pushing me to drink?
“No swimming, no drinking. Why can’t I choose truth?”
Wendy sobbed. Antonio’s face fell.
He slammed the bottle down.
“What’s the big deal? She already drank. Just play along!”
“I’m not making Wendy drink. I want truth.” I insisted, bewildered.
Wendy’s crying intensified.
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Antonio’s face darkened and he rolled up his sleeves.
“You’re a bitch! I’ll make you swim!”
In front of everyone, he grabbed my hair and threw me into the water.
The icy water hit me; seawater filled my nostrils, and I choked.
He held me under. I struggled, crying, on the verge of drowning, until he finally released me.
A large wave hit. I tried to grab him, but he kicked me away.
I finally reached the shore, gasping for air.
Antonio and Wendy were laughing.
He held Wendy, comforting her, “Don’t cry. I taught her a lesson.
“I’ll deal with her later.”
He approached me, his gaze fierce. “Apologize to Wendy, or else…”
Seeing the shocked faces and his threat, I cried out, “Antonio, my lawyer will contact you. We’re getting a divorce!”
Disbelief washed over his face.
I hugged myself, barely able to stand. On the street, darkness fell, and I collapsed.
Before passing out, I heard shouts, “Someone’s fainted!
“Call an ambulance! Oh my God! She’s bleeding!”
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