Chapter 17

Carson stumbled inside the house at dawn, reeking of alcohol, clutching a bottle in his hand. In the living room, Gianna flinched at the sound of the door. Her body was covered in wounds as she knelt on the cold tile floor, trembling all over. "Ca… Carr, you're back. You've had too much to drink. Let me make you some chicken soup," she said. She couldn't stand being in the same room with him. His sharp gaze held her in place. He grabbed her wrist tightly, his presence sending a shiver down her spine. "You? Make me chicken soup? You think you're even worthy?" Suddenly, Carson grabbed Gianna by the throat with all his strength, as if he truly meant to choke the life out of her. Her face turned red, tears streaming down her cheeks as she gasped, "Carr, please… let me go, please…" But his eyes burned with rage, ignoring her desperate pleas. "Carson, if you kill me, you'll go to prison. Then you'll never get Miranda back!" Only the mention of Miranda could bring him back to some se