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.

consider you a husband. You make me

was stunned, disbelief etched across his face as he stared at Nancy.

Cyrus had tried to force himself on her earlier, her heart

I have been so

turned pale, her words hitting him like ice water. He felt as if he were sinking into a

you regret marrying

couldn't mean it! They were supposed to

no warmth in her eyes. "If I'd known the kind of

Cyrus was left speechless.

get you to a hospital," Nancy said, unwilling to waste another

wasn't

anger, wanting to give Cyrus another beating, but hearing

of vindication, far more rewarding

wrapped his arm around Nancy's shoulder, towering over Cyrus

man.

what Nancy said? If you keep bothering her, don't be surprised when I'm not so nice next