He Gave Her Strawberries, Gave Me Hives (Ford and Sylvia) novel Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Sylvia’s eyes widened in horror, her voice shaking. “Ford, how could you do this to me…”

A gleam of triumph flashed in Lyla’s eyes, but she acted timid, tugging on Ford’s coat. “Ford, I… I can’t. She’s your wife… I’m scared…”

Ford curled his lip in a sneer. “Then let me show you how it’s done.”

Sylvia stared at him in terror. “No… Ford, don’t!”

3ut Ford didn’t hesitate. He lifted his leg and kicked her hard in the stomach.

‘Ah!”

The kick was brutal.

Sylvia was sent flying backward.

Her body tumbled helplessly down the concrete steps.

Thud! Crash! Thud!

She felt like she was being tossed in a dryer, slamming against the hard edges uncontrollably.

When she finally came to a stop at the bottom, dozens of steps down, every bone in her body screamed in agony.

The bodyguards jogged down, grabbed her by the arms, and dragged her broken body all the way back up to face Ford and Lyla

gain.

ord looked at Lyla. “Did you learn?”

yla suppressed a giggle. “I got it.”

With that, she shoved Sylvia hard in the chest.

yivia went tumbling down again.

gain. And again..

ylvia lost count of how many times she rolled down those stairs.

he couldn’t move anymore. She lay on the ground, a pool of blood forming beneath her.

‘ord, arm around Lyla, walked slowly down to her, looking down at her broken form with contempt.

His voice was casual, arrogant. “Did you learn your lesson?”

Fading in and out of consciousness, she remembered a time when a man had harassed her and then accused her of coming on to him

Ford had rushed in and beaten the guy to a pulp.

Chapter 7

She had cried, terrified by the blood on Ford’s face, but he just held her tight and promised he would always believe her and protect her, no matter what.

But in the end, he didn’t believe her, and he certainly didn’t protect her.

The one who hurt her the most was him.

It hurt.

It hurt so much.

rears mixed with blood as they ran down her face. Lying there, covered in bruises and cuts, Sylvia started to laugh.

Her laughter echoed in the night, filled with boundless desolation.

The last shred of love she had for him burned to ash in that laughter.

She rasped out, word by word, “My biggest mistake was ever loving you.”

Ford’s pupils contracted, and his anger flared again. “You stubborn bitch!”

He scooped up Lyla, got in the car, and drove off.

The car sped away, leaving Sylvia alone in the freezing wind, drowning in pain and despair.

She managed to dial 911 before blacking out completely.

When she woke up, she was back in a hospital bed.

The doctor looked at her with pity. “Ms. Morgan, you have multiple fractures, but fortunately, your life isn’t in danger.”

Sylvia’s voice was hoarse. “Please… I need a formal medical report of my injuries for the police.”

The doctor provided the report quickly.

Sylvia couldn’t go to work, so she took leave and stayed in the hospital to recover.

That same day, she saw Lyla’s post on social media.

Mr. CEO was worried I was traumatized, so he’s whisking me away on a vacation to clear the bad vibes. So sweet, my CEO! P.S. With you by my side, I fear nothing.

Attached was a photo of them together, wearing matching outfits.

Ford liked the post instantly.

Sylvia thought of Ford’s claim that she was “just an employee” and smirked ironically.

Over the next few days, while Ford went scuba diving with Lyla, Sylvia went back to the villa and cleared out every single thing she owned. She even tore her half out of their wedding photos.

While Ford was whale watching with Lyla, Sylvia went to the Lovers‘ Bridge, cut off the lock they had attached years ago, and tossed

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