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

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

snapped, recalling how Cyrus had tried to force himself on her earlier, her heart filled with

could I have been so blind to

pale, her words hitting him like ice water. He

you

mean it! They were supposed to be

in her eyes. "If I'd known the kind of person you really were, I never

Cyrus was left speechless.

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

he wasn't

Cyrus another beating, but hearing Nancy's

more rewarding than

Nancy's shoulder, towering over Cyrus who sat on

man.

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