Chapter 61

*

Ashton Cont.

"Juliet?" I fell to my knees calling out to her.

"You shouldn't be worried about a bitch like her, she deserved what she got for staining my clothes. These were custom made in Italy. She couldn't even pay for it with her life." The drunken man had said.

What happened next was a blur, my hands were bloody but that was not my main concern, I rushed Juliet to the hospital and asked the doctors to help her immediately. I remembered screaming that she needed the best treatment and that money was not a problem.

Immediately the doctor looked at her, he had this skeptical look on her face, she looked at me and nodded before giving instructions to get a surgery theatre ready. I watched the woman I claimed I love so much lie there, helpless, I knew she was sick, I could have just told her not to work, I could have escorted her back to my room, I could have sent someone to take her place, but I didn't. If she died, I was responsible for her death because I wasn't able to protect m