In the past, seeing her cough this violently would have broken Jordan's heart.
Now, however, he didn't reach out to gently pat her back. He didn't head back inside to grab her a glass of water, either. He simply stood beside her, watching in cold silence as the coughing fit brought tears streaming down her face.
When the coughing finally subsided, she covered her face and sobbed relentlessly.
Jordan eventually plucked the half-smoked cigarette from her trembling fingers. He crushed the burning tip against the balcony railing until the ember died out, then tossed the butt aside.
"You've never been a smoker. It doesn't suit you, so don't try to copy others from now on,"
Jordan said coolly.
"It's late. Stop crying. It'll ruin your sleep."
Natalie couldn't stop. She threw herself into his arms, sobbing against his chest. "Jordan, do you find me disgusting now? I'm the victim here! I only sought out those thugs to deal with Isabella. Everything I did was for our future."
Jordan's immediate instinct was to push her away. He raised his hand, but hesitated, ultimately letting it drop. He didn't hold her either. His arms hung stiffly by his sides, allowing Natalie to lean against his chest and cry out her grievances.
"I didn't know those monsters would do that to me. If I had known, I never would have gone near them."
"Jordan, I'm so sorry. I should have discussed it with you. I shouldn't have acted on my own, but I swear, everything I did was for you, for me, for our family."
"We grew up together. You know exactly the kind of person I am."
"How could I ever willingly sleep with those scumbags? I was assaulted. I'm telling you the truth."
She was the victim.


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