Four Circles

Fabian’s words hit me like a brick as I stared at him dead-on.

“You knew all along!”

He burst into wild laughter.

“Why else would I call you stupid? If not for the thrill, why would I ever let a loser like you have her? You two have been married for five years. I’ve been playing with her for five years. I’ve worn her out so much that she won’t even let you touch her.

Blood rushed to my head instantly. I swung at him, but he dodged it.

“Why? You’re like a brother. Why would you do this to me?”

Faced with my questions, Fabian showed no remorse and instead glared at me with resentment.

“I hate it the most when you act like you’re all saintly, handing me scraps like charity. I want to take everything that belongs to you and make your children my pets!”

“You monster!”

I forced myself to stand, but before I could, a slap was whipped across my face.

“Which b*stard dares—”

The moment she saw me, Tiffany's voice faltered, and a flicker of panic flashed across her face.

“What are you doing here?”

“You have the gall to ask me that? You filthy wh*re!”

Hearing that, Tiffany’s expression shifted instantly. She raised her hand and slapped me again.

The blow nearly knocked me down. When I looked up again, she was already nestling into Fabian’s arms, staring at me with utter contempt.

“You want to know why? Because you make me sick!”

Her disgust was like a bone-scraping knife, slicing me open and making every breath agony.

Maddie curled behind me, tugging my hand and wanting to leave.

Sharp-eyed, Tiffany spotted Maddie. She pinched her nose and said, “So that’s where this rotten stench is coming from, you little sc*m? You don’t seriously think your worthless father can protect you?

Fabian snickered, sliding his hand straight up Tiffany’s skirt. He gave it a grab, then pressed his fingers to his nose for a deep inhale.

“Consider this house cleaning. Today we’ll dispose of these two pieces of trash!”

With a wave of his hand, I was pinned to the ground once more.

“Tiffany Jefferson, you’ll regret this!”

“Regret? I think you’re the one who’ll regret it!”

She stepped on my injured palm before grabbing a bottle of liquor and pouring it over the wound.

The moment it touched my skin, it felt like it was being torn open.

I was writhing in agony with my veins bulging.

Maddie wailed heart-wrenchingly, trying to pry Tiffany’s foot away, only for herself to be kicked, flying across the room.

She crawled up again, dragging herself to Tiffany’s feet and banging her little head against the floor.

“Mom, please… Don’t hurt Dad…”

This only further enraged Tiffany.

“Who’s your Mom, you little b*stard? I’ll kick your filthy mouth!”

She did just that, and blood was gushing out of Maddie’s mouth.

As I watched, my eyes nearly popped out in rage, but all I could do was curse helplessly because my body was pinned.

“Have you no humanity? She’s your own flesh and blood! I never should’ve saved—!”

Fabian landed a kick on me as I was about to reveal the rescue.

“Since you pair of father and daughter would like to suffer together, I’ll grant your wish.

“Give that little brat the rest of the liquor!”

As Chester pried open Maddie’s mouth, ready to pour the liquor, I screamed in agony, “You can’t touch her! I’m a national asset—renowned in the national research institute!”

The crowd fell silent for a moment before erupting in hysterics.

“You? A national asset? Then I must be the pope!”

“Have you read too many novels?”

“If you touch her, all of you will die!”

I roared with my bloodshot eyes.

In response, I was greeted with a barrage of kicks and punches.

“Nobody gets to threaten me, not even the gods!” Fabian roared as he grabbed the bottle of liquor and poured it toward my daughter’s mouth.

The glass doors of the hotel suddenly shattered. Several military jeeps rammed inside, followed by more than a dozen police cars, sealing off the entire lobby.