Master of his heart (Max and Brielle) novel Chapter 822

But she was completely drained, her heart aching as if it were about to give out. Her eyes locked onto Andrew's, pleading for just a fraction of his attention.

She was hurt, damn it. In the past, even a tiny paper cut on her finger would send him into a frenzy, rushing her off to the emergency room. Now, she was covered in wounds, and he just clung to Aubree as if she might disappear.

Tessa began coughing up blood, her hands clawing desperately at the ground. She had always feared pain the most, yet now her injuries felt numb, like they were anesthetized. Only her tears fell freely, splashing heavily onto the earth.

"Andrew, how could you do this to me? For this... this woman, you'd lock me away? Weren't you the one who loved me most? Andrew!" she cried, feeling a piercing pain in her heart, her body convulsing with sobs.

"Aren't you seeing I'm hurt? Look, it hurts so much here," she extended her arm, showing the vicious burns from sulfuric acid. Her clothes were eaten away, revealing skin marred with bloody streaks.

Andrew remained silent, holding Aubree as if recovering from a near-death experience. Tessa spat out another mouthful of blood. She wanted to cry out, to laugh hysterically.

Aubree pushed Andrew away, not feeling any satisfaction at the sight of Tessa in agony. Because she saw a reflection of her past self in Tessa. There was a time when she too had been broken and battered, longing for Andrew to notice her. Devotedly loving him, hoping for just a glance in return.

Andrew could be cruel. Once, he had lifted Tessa to the heavens, and now he had cast her into hell.