The Road to Rebirth Her Fresh Start and His Late Sorrow by Helena R. Bates

Chapter 183

While Nancy was talking, Judson suddenly turned his head and caught Cyrus swinging a whiskey bottle right at him.

In almost a blink, the bottle was about to crash onto Judson's head.

Crash-

Judson stopped the falling bottle with one hand and, using the other, full of speed, punched Cyrus right in the head.

Cyrus barely had time to react before the punch sent him stumbling backward, his body finally coming to a stop with a thud against a chair.

"Judson!" Nancy exclaimed, her eyes wide with worry as she noticed the blood trickling down Judson's right arm. She immediately took his hand, gently but urgently.

"Nancy, I'm fine, it doesn't hurt," Judson reassured her, his large hand enveloping hers.

Cyrus watched as Nancy gazed at Judson, her eyes filled with a kind of concern she had never shown

hím. As he lay on the ground from Judson's blow, he realized Nancy didn't even spare him a glance. Enraged, Cyrus demanded, "Nancy, I'm your husband! How can you care about another man?" Nancy's face darkened at his words, the warmth in her eyes replaced by cold disdain.

you a husband. You make me

his face as he stared at Nancy. "W-what

you make me sick!" Nancy snapped, recalling how Cyrus had tried to force himself

could I have been so blind to marry a man like

ice water. He felt

you

They were supposed

warmth in her eyes. "If I'd known the kind

Cyrus was left speechless.

hospital," Nancy said, unwilling

he wasn't

simmered with anger, wanting to give Cyrus another beating, but hearing Nancy's words and

rush of vindication, far more rewarding than any punch

towering over Cyrus who sat

man.

you hear what Nancy said? If you keep bothering her, don't be surprised when I'm