Can’t Win Me Back by Ginger Sue

"Mr. Julien, the Lovelaces' private physician is already on his way. Please hang in there..."

"Our family isn't short of doctors."

Julien had his back against the two bodyguards. His voice was firm and cold. "I'm a doctor myself. No one knows my physical condition better than I do. Get out, both of you."

The two bodyguards felt helpless. They exited politely.

The moment the door shut, Julien crumbled to the floor. He vomited blood that he had been holding in forcefully. A pool of fresh blood stained the velvety carpet on the floor.

"It hurts. It hurts so bad."

He curled himself into a ball as he rolled around the floor in pain. Beads of sweat mixed in with his tears, streaming down his cheeks continuously.

In the midst of the assault, Julien's rage acted as a shield, rendering him almost numb to the physical pain. It was as though he had detached from his own body, insulated from the agony that should have consumed him.

But now, left to grapple with his injuries in solitude, the full extent of the pain crashed over him like a relentless tide. It surged through his muscles, gnawed at his joints, and seared through his flesh, engulfing his entire being in a wave of torment.

"The pain is killing me."

tears continued flowing

you. I

been beaten up? Or was he crying because he

right by the back door to the Lovelace residence. He was standing firmly in the cold wind. Tears started to well

he couldn't hold back. He took out his phone and dialed

message saying that

was for the best. There would only be bad consequences

was trembling as he removed his torn shirt and changed into a

he wasn't even able to take a shower because of the injury on his back. He could only use

this moment, Julien was truly happy for

to live with the Taylors. They were such a warm and compassionate family. This was something that he didn't even dare to

chapped and pale lips. He swung his towel into the water basin, making water splatter

"Never again, my foot!"

didn't want to give

reject him? If Jonah took ten steps back, he would just need to take eleven steps forward. Wasn't

He didn't care about anything in