The Bound Between Us

Chapter 380

Gianna pulled up a chair, taking a seat by the bedside. Compared to Joey’s emotional upheaval, Gianna was much more composed, and significantly more detached.

She just watched him, her gaze as cold as ice. Then she laughed, a laugh-filled with scorn. “Seeing you in this state, it’s truly satisfying, Joey. Lying there, have you ever regretted cheating on me?”

“You bitch! I’m going to sue you! All this, is all your doing!” Joey was shaking with fury.

“How did I do anything? You just had an unfortunate fall, that’s all. I’m your wife, the woman who’s shared your bed for eight years. How could I harm you?”

Gianna chuckled coldly, rising to her feet. Her eyes were filled with revulsion, but her face bore a smile. “Joey, you didn’t want a divorce. I thought about it and realized that we’re like two birds of a feather. We can’t just split when things get tough. Now that you’re paralyzed, I should take care of you. After all, I am your wife.”

Hearing these words, Joey felt no warmth, only fear. He felt like a lamb ready for slaughter. “I don’t need your care. I want a divorce!” Joey retorted.

“That’s not going to happen,” Gianna whispered sinisterly in his ear. “I am a widow, not a divorcee. The title of divorcee carries such an ugly stigma, don’t you agree? If I take care of you, I’ll be hailed as a virtuous wife. Isn’t that better?”

“You’re dreaming, Gianna!” Joey was so angry he could barely breathe. His hands were cast in plaster, and he couldn’t move a muscle, let alone harm Gianna. “I want a divorce! I want you locked up!”

“If you glare at me any longer, I might just gouge your eyes out,” Gianna threatened menacingly. “Behave, or I’ll make your life a living hell. The Salstrom family has got my back. Do you really think

you can get me locked up?”

Joey was so furious his face turned chalk white. He tried to strike Gianna but only ended up hurting his hand, causing him to cry out in pain. In his rage, he didn’t even notice the pain. He tried to grab Gianna, but only managed to clutch at her clothes. Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.

Gianna forcefully removed his hand, causing a handkerchief to fall out of her bag. It was the handkerchief Herman had given her.

Joey noticed the embroidered “H” on the handkerchief. His instincts as a man told him something was amiss. “You conniving witch! You’re having an affair with Herman, aren’t you? You traitor! So that’s why Herman’s been protecting you!”

Gianna picked up the handkerchief, dusting it off with care. “Joey, how could you compare to Herman? Marrying you was the biggest mistake of my life,” she said coldly. “Once you’re discharged, I’ll bring you home and take care of you as payment for years of betrayal.”

“I’d rather die than go with you, Gianna.”

“You think you can walk away?” Gianna laughed. “You can’t even crawl, Joey. Oh, and just so you know, I sold our house. Your parents will have to move back to their old country home. You’re not going to be begging under a bridge, are you?”

Joey was so angry his eyes nearly popped out of his head. “Gianna, you wretch! How could you you sell the house!”

“I also took care of your stocks and bonds. And the money you gave to your mistress? I’ll get every penny back.” Gianna laughed. “It’s such a relief. All the anger I’ve felt these past few months is finally gone. If you decide to end it all, or if you die from sheer rage, even better. It’ll save me the trouble.