His pupils shrank to pinpoints.

"What are you doing?!"

In his hand was a pink bunny cake.

The mango on top had been carved into an adorable little cat's face.

One look told me it wasn't for me.

I'm allergic to mango.

And Sabina Fox loved mango.

Loved anything sweet.

He seized the hand gripping the baseball bat.

"Have you lost your mind?!"

"I've lost my mind?"

Blood was beaded on my face.

I stared him down.

"You pretended to sell our marital home, when really you moved another woman in to wipe out every trace of me.

"Zachary, tell me, who's the one who's lost their mind?"

Zachary let out a scornful laugh.

"What, you're the only one allowed to fake an illness and con me, but I'm not allowed to trick you back?"

I frowned.

His smile turned even more cutting.

"If I didn't make a whole production of it, how could I ever do justice to Ms. Joyce's exquisite acting?"

"You think I've been faking?"

"It's not that I think so. Someone already showed me your real diagnosis. Nothing but a touch of gastritis. Some medicine and you'd be fine."

"Who gave that to you?"

"Sis?"

A startled cry came from the doorway.

Sabina clapped a hand over her mouth. "You... you were discharged?"

She stepped forward and threw her arms around Zachary's, her eyes going red in an instant. "Sis, don't misunderstand. For three whole years you never came home, so I was just helping you look after Mr. Harding.

"After all, I'm his secretary. I understand what he likes better than anyone.

"I thought you'd be back soon. I never imagined..."

She glanced at me. "Sis, I can't believe you'd lie in a hospital for three whole years just to force my hand...

"If I hadn't discovered you were deceiving Mr. Harding, who knows how badly he might have fallen apart.

"And now, instead of reflecting on what you've done wrong, you come here and start smashing things. Sis, you've really gone too... ah!"

Slap!

My hand cracked across her face without a moment's hesitation.

The next second.

A tremendous force shoved me hard to the floor.

Zachary planted himself in front of her, shielding her with his body. "Enough, Naomi! When did you turn into such a vicious shrew?!

"First you faked an illness to deceive me, and now you're raising a hand against someone innocent!

"Look at yourself. Is there anything left of the person you used to be?!"

I lifted my head, unable to believe it.

Zachary's breathing came fast.

The corners of his eyes were rimmed red.

As if I really were the one who'd changed first in this marriage.

A laugh burst out of me.

"You're accusing me?"

Zachary went still.

"Zachary, what right do you have to accuse me!

"The one who changed beyond recognition first was you, not me!"

That boy who once ran with me through the open fields.

The teenager who used to knock on my head before the SATs and call me a slacker.

The man who swore at our college graduation that he'd marry me.

He was the one who'd turned into a stranger first.

He started ignoring how I felt.

Started pushing the girl he'd funded up the ranks, promoting her past everyone into the secretary's seat right beside him.

And when that girl cried,

he tore up our marriage certificate without a second thought.

My fists clenched tight. "Zachary, you're the one who changed, not me."

His throat bobbed. "But I never once used a terminal illness to lie to you."

"Lie to you?"

I laughed.

I laughed until the tears came. "Why on earth would you think I was lying to you?!"

"Sabina said, you..."

"Sabina said. Sabina said..."

I shoved him away and pointed at Sabina. "You'll always believe her. You've never once believed me!"

"Whatever she says, you believe it.

"Even if I laid the diagnosis right in front of you, you'd still say I was faking, playing sick!"

"Naomi, I…"

"Enough, Zachary."

I cut him off.

"You make me sick.

"I never should have married you."

Zachary's breath caught.

He grabbed hold of me just as I turned to leave.

His eyes went red.

"If I've turned into this, it's because you were the one in the wrong first!"

I froze.

I stared at him in disbelief.

"Naomi, if you hadn't betrayed me first, why would I ever treat you this way?"

"What did you say?"

Zachary sneered.

"However disgusting I may be, at least I've never crawled into bed with my own boss."

"Crack!"

My palm landed hard across Zachary's face.

Sabina cried out and threw herself in front of him.

"Naomi, that's going too far!

"Is Mr. Harding wrong, though? Back then you were caught in bed with your boss. Sure, you sent him to prison afterward, but who's to say the price just wasn't right, so you turned on him and bit back!

"Mr. Harding is a man too. Isn't it perfectly natural for him to doubt you?

"If you'd only kept yourself decent, why would Mr. Harding ever distrust you!"

"You—!"

My hand flew up again.

Zachary caught my wrist.

He tucked Sabina safely behind him.

And looked at me with a cold sneer.

"What, hit a nerve? Ashamed enough to lash out?"

My fist clenched tight.

I glared at him through gritted teeth.

"Zachary, you've been doubting me this whole time…"

The day my boss dragged me into that bed.

It was the day before I was to marry Zachary.

That day Zachary hit him a dozen times.

He held me tight against his chest.

"Don't be afraid. I'll get you justice.

"I'll make whoever hurt you pay!"

In the courtroom, he argued the case point by point with the judge.

He stood beside me and helped put that boss behind bars.

He took me and moved us to another city.

The whole thing was sealed away, and no one ever brought it up again.

I looked at Zachary, my eyes rimmed red.

"You even told your secretary something that private."

Zachary frowned.

"Sabina isn't an outsider. She was on your and my support, after all."

I laughed.

"So that's why you believe everything she says?"

Zachary frowned and said nothing.

"And what if I really do have stomach cancer?"

"If you really do.

"If you die, I'll die with you."

The hand gripping my wrist trembled faintly.

I pushed him away.

"Zachary, you'd better mean what you say!"

Then I turned.

And slammed the door hard behind me.

On reflex, Zachary covered the ears of the woman in his arms.

I let out a cold sneer.

I didn't look back.

I stood on the empty street.

A dull ache pulsed through my chest, wave after wave.

I touched the front of my chest.

The protective charm my mother gave me.

It was gone.

I turned back at once.

I opened the door with that same old key.

I'd been gone only a few hours.

Everything in the house had already been redone, good as new.

Every piece of furniture that had been smashed had, in the span of a few short hours, been replaced with brand-new pink ones.

Compared to before.

The whole house looked, if anything, more full of life.

Even the floors had been wiped spotless.

As if no third person had ever set foot here.

I stepped across the floor.

Frantically searching for the protective charm my mother left me.

It was from the day I was diagnosed with cancer.

My mother climbed nine thousand nine hundred ninety-nine steps.

Bowing at every step.

To beg that protective charm to keep me alive.

"Where is it? Where in the world did it go?"

I knelt on the floor.

Searching the gaps between the furniture.

Checking the trash can.

Until a soft laugh drifted from behind me.

I turned.

The little teddy in Sabina's arms had a pink bow tied on its head.

The cord of the protective charm around its neck had been shortened.

Just enough to hang at its throat.

"Sis, it happens to be Gregory Harrington's birthday.

"All the luxury pieces he usually wears bore him now.

"This charm your mom prayed for suits him so much better. Gregory just loves it~"

My eyes went red in an instant.

On that charm.

At some point, new letters had been embroidered.

【Gregory】

"Give it back!"

I strode forward.

Sabina gasped and stepped back:

"Sis! You don't want him to have it? That's fine, I'll take the charm off for you right now!"

And she really did reach for the strap around the dog's neck.

But the clasp that was so easy to undo.

In her hands, simply wouldn't come loose.

Back and forth she fumbled.

The charm gave a ripping "rrrip."

The stuffing inside spilled out.

"Sabina!"

I lunged to snatch it.

Then a violent pain shot through my wrist.

"Woof! Woof woof woof!"

Gregory had thrown himself between me and his owner.

I stepped back.

He sprang at me.

Sank his teeth into my ankle.

"Oh no! Gregory, no! Let go, now!"

Sabina clapped a hand over her mouth.

I crashed hard to the floor.

Fangs tore into flesh.

Agony ripped through me.

"Gregory! Gregory, behave!!"

Sabina kept coaxing.

But her hands never went near the dog.

Not until my Achilles tendon tore and blood pooled across the floor.

Only then did the corner of her mouth curve up.

She scooped Gregory into her arms.

"Woof woof woof!"

Even cradled against her, Gregory kept snarling at me.

I gasped, wrecked and shaking.

My calf trembled.

Sabina looked down at me, the corner of her lips lifting:

"So sorry, Sis. Gregory's shy around strangers. Anyone who doesn't belong to this house, their scent sets him off."

She rolled that charm between her fingers, toying with it:

"This one, Gregory really loves it.

"Since it won't come off anyway, don't be so petty about it, Sis."

And she turned away.

Stroking Gregory's head: "Good baby~"

I said nothing.

Reached out.

My hand found the fruit knife on the table.

"Sabina."

She turned back.

The next second.

Blood burst from Gregory's throat.

Beads of it spattered across Sabina's face at once.

"Yeowl... whimper!"

Gregory let out a shriek.

Bared his teeth to bite at me again.

I clamped his head down with one hand.

A wet "squelch."

The knife pulled free.

Gregory thrashed a few times.

Then went completely still.

"Gregory!!"

Sabina screamed, her legs buckling as she dropped to the floor:

"Gregory? Gregory, what's wrong! Open your eyes, don't scare Mommy! Gregory!"

She lifted her head, eyes bloodshot:

"You killed Gregory! You lunatic!"

I bent down and slipped the charm free, looking down at her:

"A dog that bites was never worth keeping."

"Naomi Joyce! You murderer! I'll kill you! I'll kill you!"

Sabina flung herself at me like she'd lost her mind.

I sidestepped.

She slammed into the floor.

Her knees bruised on impact.

She knelt there.

Sobbing until she couldn't catch her breath.

"Sabina, honey?"