When Dafne woke up, she looked next to her bed and Samael was no longer there. She looked at the time, thinking she had overslept, but it was still early. She got up and asked Clair,
"Where is my husband?"
"Good morning. Your husband left a while ago."
"What?"
"Yes, he said to tell you that he would be late again today."
"Didn't he say why?"
"No."
Dafne went to find her phone and called him. It was unusual behavior for her husband, and she was afraid that something serious was going on between him and her grandmother.
"Hello? Did something happen?"
Samael's voice was curt. She was surprised by the way he had answered her, as he was usually very affectionate.
"No... It's just that I woke up and you weren't here. I got worried. Is something wrong? Is it grandma?"
A silence reigned on the call for a few seconds, and then a sigh was heard.
"You don't have to worry. I'll take care of everything."
"Is it because of what happened last time? You can tell me. Maybe I can help with something."
"That's not necessary. I'll see you tonight. You can have dinner without me, right?"
Dafne felt a pain in her heart but decided to ignore it. By his reaction, she knew that whatever was going on must be complicated.
"Yes... Don't worry."
When the call ended, she sighed, then had breakfast and went about her day as usual. As night fell, she still felt uneasy about her husband's attitude. A number of scenarios played out in her mind. What if her grandmother disinherits him? What if he is trying to take everything from him? Unable to sleep, she decided to walk around the house, and her eyes fell on a dark car that was heading towards the guest house. She went out onto the balcony and watched intently.
"It looks like Samael's car..."
She whispered as she tried to get a better look, but the place was too far away and she couldn't see well. But believing it to be her husband’s car, she couldn't help but confirm her suspicions. Her grandmother was pressuring him in some way, and she began to feel guilty. She changed her clothes and bundled up well, left the house, and looked for a way to get there. She couldn't walk; the place was too far away. She looked from side to side and saw a bicycle that the gardener used when he had to get tools from the shed, so she grabbed it and pedaled quickly to the house without anyone noticing.
The night was very cold. She could feel her nostrils burning with every breath she took. Her body was trembling, but she didn't stop. She wanted to help her husband; she wanted to show him that she was worthy of being with him. And with that in mind, she continued on her way until she reached the place.
It was a large house. From a distance, it looked small, but it was actually very large. It looked well-kept and not at all abandoned. She saw the car and confirmed that it was indeed Samael's. There was no driver, so she peered through one of the windows of the house and saw no one inside. With her body trembling, she walked to the door, and when she went to ring the bell, she stopped. She tried to open the door, but it was locked, so seeing that it had a digital lock, she tried to enter the same code as the mansion, and to her surprise, the door opened.
Full of nerves, she closed the door and searched the entire ground floor, but found no one. However, the table was laden with almost untouched food. As she looked closely at the dishes, she heard some blows coming from the second floor and was startled. Almost trembling, she went up the stairs and came to a door where she leaned her head, trying to overhear some conversation, but she could only hear blows, almost like slaps. She held back her tears, thinking that her beloved husband was being beaten, and full of determination and anger, she opened the door to confront that woman, but her face went blank at the sight before her.
Tears slid down her cheeks and her breathing became heavy. Suddenly she began to feel very nauseous and vomited, holding onto the door frame.
Samael, who was on top of the naked body of another man whose skin, as pale as snow, was marked with red spots in the shape of a hand, turned to her, and upon seeing her, he stopped.
"Dafne..."
She stood there, watching everything like a statue. She had lost her strength and was dazed. She didn't know what to do. He stood up and quickly put on his clothes. She backed away almost as if in a trance and began to walk down the stairs. As she left the house, she took the bicycle and tried to mount it but fell almost immediately, injuring her wrist. Samael came out quickly and stopped in front of her. His expression was hard.
"Get up."
She remained motionless. Although he kept ordering her to get up, she remained on the ground.
"Don't make me lose my patience and get up, damn it."
It wasn't that Dafne was ignoring him, it was that she really wasn't listening to him. Her head was spinning and her chest hurt much more than her fractured wrist. He took her by the arm, forcing her to her feet, and seeing her lost face, he could somewhat understand what was happening to her. The other man came out of the house and saw the state she was in and was alarmed. They took her inside the house and sat her down on the sofa while Samael called a doctor.
Dafne continued to look at neither of them and did not utter a word, which made them feel confused. Seeing her standing in front of the room, they imagined that she would act like a hysterical madwoman, but that was not the case. None of the three said a word until the doctor arrived and checked on Dafne. Seeing her face full of pain, he assumed that she was very ill from the pain of her fracture, to which he recommended taking her to a hospital.
Samael took her by the arm and led her to the car. She put up no resistance, and they drove straight to the hospital where they bandaged her. She did not stop crying at any time. It was a silent cry, but everyone who saw her could notice the great pain she was feeling.
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