Too Late to Love Her Right

Chapter 4 Pain Never Belonged to Just Two Souls

　　Fiona was fuming. She stormed over, about to slap Fiona across the face.

　　But Fiona casually raised the knife in her hand. Debbie didn't have time to stop herself and smacked her palm right onto the blade. Blood immediately streamed down her hand.

　　"Ah!..."

　　"Debbie!"

　　A figure rushed in from the doorway and quickly swept Debbie into his arms. When he saw her palm covered in blood, his face turned pale.

　　"I'm taking you to the hospital."

　　He held her tightly and bolted toward the door.

　　Debbie rested against him, shaking her head. "Don't, Carlos. It's just a scratch. Just get a doctor to clean it up. No big deal. And don't blame Fiona, okay? She didn't mean it."

　　It wasn't until the doctor arrived, took a close look at Debbie's hand, and confirmed it wasn't serious, that Carlos finally turned his dark, angry face toward the kitchen.

　　"Fiona, apologize to Debbie."

　　Fiona looked completely unfazed. She calmly wiped her hands.

　　"The kitchen's still a mess. Kind of gross right now. Mr. Morton, you probably shouldn't hang around here."

　　Her calm and dismissive tone completely set Carlos off. He strode right in and slammed the door shut behind him with a loud thud-right in front of Debbie.

　　Fiona had a split-second delay before reacting, but Carlos had already yanked the spatula out of her hand and tossed it into the sink. In the next moment, he had her pinned against the stove.

　　Their eyes clashed. His dark irises surged with rage like a storm about to explode.

　　Fiona had seen this look too many times to care. She even smirked. Her fingers moved downward and caught hold of him.

　　"Mr. Morton, you really are something else. So full of desire this early in the morning-what, planning to take me right here in the kitchen? I mean, I don't mind. But I'm just worried your delicate little darling might not survive the shock. If she ends up back in the hospital, don't blame me."

　　"Fiona, you're just begging for it."

　　Carlos roughly yanked up her dress and tore her panties right off.

　　Then he shoved two fingers inside her.

　　"Mmh!..."

　　Fiona had been gambling that he wouldn't dare, not here, not when there were people just outside. That's why she taunted him freely.

　　Didn't expect it. But Carlos really went for it.

　　Seeing her wide-eyed surprise and her trembling lips biting back pain, only fueled him more.

　　He kept going, rough and fast, and muttered darkly, "If anything happens to Debbie, I swear I'll kill you... cut out your heart and use it to save her."

　　Kill her... use her heart to save Debbie...

　　Carlos, how could you even say something like that?

　　"Carlos... I'm really fine. Please don't punish Fiona. She didn't mean to."

　　There was a knock at the door. Debbie's soft, gentle voice carried through, though it trembled with unease.

　　Carlos pulled away quickly, putting on a calm face before opening the door.

　　Fiona adjusted her dress and followed him out.

　　She ran straight into Debbie's glare-the kind that could burn a hole through her. Fiona gave a cold chuckle. For once, she felt genuinely satisfied.

　　Carlos hated her, wanted her gone. He made sure to dish out a new punishment every single day. But what he didn't know? The one hurting the most was the very girl he worshiped.

　　Back in the bedroom, Debbie barged in right after her, face twisted with rage. "Fiona, don't push it too far!"

　　Hooking up with her husband right in the kitchen-seriously? Did Fiona think she was invisible?

　　Fiona stared at the woman who looked just like her, now contorted with fury. Her voice dripped with sarcasm.

　　"Debbie, don't you think it's kind of sad... living like this?"

　　Debbie's fear of losing him had chained Fiona down, too.

　　And in the end, it wasn't just the two of them suffering.

　　Fiona's hand slowly curled into a fist.