The CEO's Amazing Ex-Wife Is Back (Thalassa and Kris) novel Chapter 125

Millie's heart pounded in her chest, and all she wished for in that moment was for the earth to open up and swallow her whole.

"Why do you have those bruises, Millie?" Zeke asked, his voice more serious than before.

"Bruises?" Millie chuckled nervously, shifting her back away from the mirror so he couldn't see the reflection anymore. "You must have seen wrong. Why would I have bruises?"

"I'm not stupid, Millie. I know what I saw," Zeke said, taking a step closer to her.

Millie felt like she was going to pass out as he approached. "Zeke, please leave. It's not appropriate for you to be here while I'm barely dressed. Please go."

Whether or not the situation was appropriate was the last thing on Zeke's mind as he closed most of the distance between them.

"Forgive me," he apologized for what he was about to do.

Placing his hand on her shoulder, he tried to turn her back to face him, but Millie resisted.

"Zeke, no, please..."

"Millie..." Zeke ground out.

There was a warning in his tone that made Millie stop resisting. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she allowed him to turn her body so he could see her back.

Zeke sucked in a breath. Seeing her back up close, he felt even more horrified. There were several bruises caused by what looked like belt leather, belt hooks, and whips.

Some of the wounds were red and turning purple, indicating they were new, while others had left small scars or discoloration as they healed.

"Who did this to you?" he asked as calmly as he could, though all he felt like doing was screaming.

"Nobody. I did it to myself," Millie quickly said.

Zeke stared at her incredulously. "Did it to yourself? I'm sorry, Millie, but even if you could reach every part of your back, there's no way you could do this to yourself. Who did this?"

It didn't take long for him to draw his conclusions, remembering how nervous Millie always seemed around her boyfriend, how she almost appeared scared.

"It's Francis, isn't it? That lowlife boyfriend of yours. He did this to you!"

"No," Millie denied fervently. "It wasn't him. He would never do something like this to me."

"Wouldn't he?" Zeke scoffed, not believing she was trying to defend the wretch. "Now it all makes sense why you look so nervous around him—because he hurts you."

Fury shot through him, causing him to clench his hands into tight fists. "I swear he's going to fucking pay for laying a hand on you. Where is he? Where does he work, huh? Tell me, Millie. I don't care if I have to go to his job and let everyone know what a piece of shit he is."

Millie clasped her hands in front of her. "No, Zeke, I beg you. You don't have to do this. I did this to myself. Francis has never laid a hand on me."

"You're not going to make me believe that, so just tell me where I can find that bastard."

"Zeke..."

"Damn it, Millie. Just tell me!"

Zeke's voice had become harsher, his body tense, the veins in his neck bulging as if they were about to burst. He knew he shouldn't be speaking to her like this, but all he was seeing was red. He'd never experienced this level of rage before, especially on someone else's behalf.

"He... he works at a bar."

"What bar? What's the address?"

Her lips quivering, Millie rattled off the name and address. Immediately, Zeke turned and stormed out of the washroom.

"No, Zeke, wait!" Millie panicked as she quickly put her dress on. The dryer was still running, but she didn't even notice as she rushed out of the washroom.