Chapter 6

The slap was so loud that it echoed in the living room for a long time.

Shane covered his cheek with his hand, and the look in his eyes turned cold. "How dare you slap me? Josie loves me more than her life, and she would never lay a finger on me. Who do you think you are?"

He ordered the bodyguards, "Press him to the ground!"

The bodyguards hesitated. They looked at Tyler, and then at Shane.

Shane narrowed his eyes and said viciously, "You work for Josie. Think about it. Who is more important to her?"

The bodyguards went silent for a moment before deciding to hold Tyler down. Tyler laughed until tears streamed down his cheeks. Everyone knew that Shane was the most important person to Josie. Tyler was the only one who spent six years finding out this shocking secret.

Before he knew what was happening, Shane had raised his hand.

When the first slap landed on his cheek, Tyler felt a burning sensation spreading across his face. The second slap came quickly after, and the third…

Tyler struggled to escape, and he yelled hoarsely, "Aren't you worried that Josie would come home to punish you when she finds out what you did, Shane?"

Shane laughed arrogantly. "Josie has been cleaning up my messes since I was young, and that would include me hitting her husband." He leaned forward to whisper in Tyler's ear, "Remember, Tyler, that I'm her one and only."

After that, he continued slapping Tyler again and again.

Tyler struggled with all his might, but he could not move much because the bodyguards kept a tight grip on him.

The slaps came down on Tyler like a storm, and he started to lose consciousness. His cheeks burned with pain, like a million needles were piercing them. His sight started to blur from his tears, but he could see the perverted joy on Shane's face.

"How many slaps have I given him?" Shane asked one of the bodyguards.

"Ninety-nine," he replied.

"We should make it a round number," Shane said with a smile.

The last slap came down hard, and Tyler coughed up blood from it. All he saw was black, and he passed out. While he was floating in and out of consciousness, he heard the door open and someone yell, "What are you doing?!"

…

When Tyler woke up, he was lying in his bed. Josie was sitting next to him, and she said calmly, "I know what happened today."

Tyler's throat was dry, and he asked hoarsely, "And?"

"Shane was spoiled since young," she said with indifference. "I've already punished him, so please don't take this to heart."

Tyler stared at her and asked, "How did you punish him?"

She was silent for a moment before she took some hair out of her pocket. "He cut your hair, so I cut some of his hair as an apology to you."

He thought this was ridiculous. "What about the fact that he slapped me a hundred times? Did you punish him by slapping him only once?"

She maintained her composure. "His hand was swollen from slapping you. That's punishment enough."

Tyler was taken aback, but he suddenly laughed so hard that tears streamed down his face. He asked himself, "Why did I ever fall for you, Josie Sinclair?"

She was about to say something when he grabbed the vase by his bed and smashed it hard onto the ground.

"Get out!" he roared with reddened eyes.

She stood up, sounding calm as usual. "I know you're angry right now, but the doctor said you have to rest well. You should calm down."

After that, she turned to leave.

When the door closed behind her, Tyler could no longer hold back his tears as he sobbed silently.