Chapter 79. They Wouldn’t Believe Me

Angelica’s POV

My fingers touched my cheeks, still in disbelief. The pain reminded me that what happened was for real and I wasn’t imagining things.

That he indeed called me vicious.

The man who used to call me all the endearing names and boast that he loved me the most, the man that I fell for first, the same man who had been so protective of me that he would choke anyone for even looking at me wrongly, slapped me.

“Ericson?” I asked, more hurt than perplexed.

“Ericson, what are you doing? How could you raise your hand at her? She is your mate. Her emotions are understandable. I am a stranger to her in this house, and I came between you guys. She is finding it hard—” Felicia started to mend things, but all I could see was her pouring salt over my wounds.

“You are not a stranger, sister. And she needs to learn that. How dare she push you even after knowing what you suffered when you were captured?” Ericson asked.

I couldn’t believe my