After I Suicide by His Torture: The Alpha's Desperate Leap into the Sea

Stepping out of the hospital, an overwhelming sense of despair clung to me.

Just then, Frank's call came in at the most inopportune moment.

"Where did you go on leave today?"

"I wasn't feeling well, so I went to see a doctor."

"There's an important banquet at home tomorrow. You're in charge of the preparations. Don't mess it up."

After hanging up, I stared at the bustling street, and in an instant, my vision blurred with tears. I knew my life was in the countdown.

The next day, I arrived at Frank's house early and plunged headlong into the banquet preparations. As I polished every piece of cutlery and arranged every bouquet of flowers, my body became increasingly disobedient.

The weakness brought on by amyotrophic lateral sclerosis grew more intense.

"This is a banquet that alpha Frank attaches great importance to. If you mess it up, you can't afford the consequences!" the butler frowned and reminded me.

Frank, from his seat on the living - room sofa, watched my every laborious move with cold indifference.

Finally, the banquet commenced smoothly. Everything was flawlessly executed. The guests' compliments rained down one after another, but I was on the verge of collapse, my legs barely able to support my weight.

Then, in the middle of the banquet, Frank called me over in front of everyone.

He took a long drag from his cigarette.

Without warning, he reached out and pressed the burning tip of the cigarette onto the back of my hand.

I let out a sharp cry of pain.

The stench of burning flesh filled the air, and the guests around us gasped in horror.

"Look at you, so clumsy. You can't even hold a tray without shaking. I don't know why I ever hired someone as incompetent as you," he sneered.

He then roughly grabbed my hair, pulling my head back so that I was forced to look up at him. He spat in my face, the warm spittle running down my cheek.

I bit my lip and said nothing.

A noblewoman, who had witnessed the scene, took pity on me. S

he rushed over, trying to pull Frank away from me.

"Stop this madness! How can you treat a person like this?" she exclaimed angrily. But alplha Frank just shoved her aside.

She approached me later and said, "You're clearly more capable than he gives you credit for. Why stay here and endure such treatment? You could come work for me." I smiled faintly.

I shook my head, "I can't leave. I have to stay."

After the banquet, it was already late at night.

I dragged my tired body to the kitchen to clean up. I was so exhausted that I didn't notice Frank following me.

He watched my staggering steps.

Just as I was about to pick up the rag, I was suddenly grabbed by the wrist from behind and spun around.

The next second, I was pinned against the kitchen counter.

Frank pressed his body close to