I Stopped Fighting for Love, and Love Finally Fought for Me novel Chapter 2

Quinn let out a piercing shriek as the glass slipped from her grasp.

Splash!

The entire glass of red wine dumped over her meticulously styled hair.

The liquid cascaded down her strands, flowing over her widened eyes, ruining her vibrant lip makeup, and soaking her dress.

It was a complete mess.

Clutching her wrist, Quinn hadn't even recovered from the shock and pain before a second strike landed.

"Ugh!"

This time, the cane struck her shoulder mercilessly.

Then came her waist, her stomach, her back...

"Ah! Get away! You lunatic!"

Quinn screamed, dodging and thrashing wildly, her elegance completely gone.

"That's right... I am a lunatic..."

Willow's voice was hoarse and trembling.

The next second, she raised her voice, fueled by immense hatred. "A lunatic who only beats shameless sluts!"

With that, she gripped the cane, gathered all her strength, and swept it fiercely at the back of Quinn's knees.

Quinn shrieked as she pitched forward.

Crash! Shatter!

She slammed headfirst into the table.

Instantly, glasses and plates tumbled, sending wine flying everywhere.

Her makeup was entirely ruined, her dress was drenched in wine, one of her shoes had fallen off, and her pantyhose were torn, exposing scraped skin.

She scrambled on her hands and knees in the wreckage, looking like an absolute clown.

"Enough!"

Julian finally snapped out of his daze.

His face turned ashen as he grabbed the descending cane in a vice grip.

Willow looked up at him.

A suffocating wave of despair rushed to her eyes, burning until her vision blurred.

This was the man she had loved for five years, the man she would have risked her life for.

Yet in this moment, he was using his own hands to protect the very person who had nearly destroyed her sight.

She couldn't speak; her bones trembled uncontrollably.

Quinn lay sprawled across the ruined table.