It was her first time being subjected to such violence. Even Raymond did not hit her in the lifetime she spent with him. When Ella wanted her gone, she hired people to simply finish her off. No man or woman had ever hit her the way Warner did. And he claimed to be in love? Was this love?
Just because she said no?
Juliette couldn't see the extent of wounds on her body by the time Warner's anger burnt down. All that felt was a numbing and tingling sensation at some places and a lot of pain.
Her back was hit, so was her face. Her elbows were scrapped against the floor and bled. Warner kicked away the place on his way out, banging the door loudly to show that she wouldn't be able to leave.
Juliette laid sideways on the floor, breathing heavily. A small drop of blood fell from the corne
