24 Third Person's POV Bryson's eyes were bloodshot , as though he had wept blood , when they locked onto the woman standing before him . His lips twisted into the faintest arc , a mocking smile forced out as he struggled to suppress the fury boiling inside him . " Debbii . " At last , here she was - the true culprit behind everything . The faint shift in his expression gave her the wrong impression . She seemed to think his rage had already cooled , that he had accepted the truth she wanted him to believe . But being pampered for fifteen long years had dulled her once - sharp instincts , numbing her to the storm raging beneath the calm surface of his gaze . " Bryson , hurry and tell them to let me go , " she complained . " It hurts so much being dragged around like this ! " " Your secretary must have lost his damn mind . He suddenly grabbed me , and no matter how I explained , he refused to release me . Even if I did those things to Hedy , even if you're mad at me , you just can't let him treat me like this , right ? " she asked confidently . " After all ," she added deliberately , " I'm your savior . " But the moment the words left her lips , the bodyguards flung her to the floor without mercy . A sharp cry of pain burst from her throat , and tears welled instantly in her eyes , her face crumpling into sorrow . Bryson said nothing . He only watched coldly as she pretended in front of him . Not a flicker of reaction to her words crossed his face . By the time her sobs and complaints ended , she sensed something was wrong . Her voice broke off abruptly , and the room sank into a suffocating stillness . Only after she stopped crying did Bryson speak , his voice hoarse to the point of breaking . " You say ... you're my savior , huh ? " His tone did not sound strange at all . Yet , Debbii's heart suddenly skipped a violent beat . My Marriage Died in the Operating Room 1/3 82.7 % 9:50 Wed , Oct 15 ชร 21 Still , she forced herself to reply , her voice trembling , " O - Of course . I saved you , didn't 1 ? " She had intended to embellish , to describe in vivid detail just how perilous it had been , how much courage it had taken , and how cruelly his secretary had just treated her . But Bryson didn't give her the chance . In a sudden and savage motion , he hurled the folder of incriminating evidence his secretary had found - along with the flash drive - straight into Debbii's face . " Debbii . Oh , Debbii ... You've deceived me for fifteen years . Fifteen fucking years ! " Bryson snapped . " You staged that so - called act of salvation , turned it into a debt of gratitude , and made me your slave ! For the sake of that false kindness , I stood at your side unconditionally -even at the cost of the woman I loved ! " he shouted in regret . His jaw clenched as he narrowed his eyes . " You tricked me , Debbii . You treated me like a fool , playing me in the palm of your hand ." By the end , his voice had grown dark and fierce . The folder and flash drive had split the skin on Debbii's face , a streak of blood sliding down her cheek . But she had no time to care about the wounds on her face now . Bryson's words left her shaken to her core , terror flooding her eyes . He had never acted toward her this way before . Even yesterday , there had still been restraint in the way he treated her . But now ... if someone said Bryson would kill her , she wouldn't doubt it . She had never imagined the secret she had hidden for fifteen years would be dragged into the light . Her heart pounded wildly in her chest , for the first time making her feel how close death could truly be . Her entire body trembled , her voice stammering as she tried to explain . " B - Bryson ... What are you saying ? I - I don't understand . " Even as she spoke , her legs moved on their own , stumbling backward , trying to create distance . Every instinct screamed at her to bolt out of the villa , to gather her luxury possessions and flee as far away as possible . But before she could get far , Bryson seized a fistful of her hair , yanking her back with merciless force . 24 2/3 84.0 % 9:50 Wed , Oct 15 92 " Did I say anything wrong ? " His voice was a low growl . " Why are you running ? Do you finally sense death closing in ? " Debbii's eyes widened in sheer horror , as though she had seen a ghost . Bryson tugged at the corner of his mouth , a cruel smile cutting across his face . " From now on ," he said coldly , " I'll be sure to entertain you properly . "