Valentina stared at him, disbelief written all over her face. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. She had expected him to stand by her, to scold Mila, to put her back in her place. But instead, he was looking at her like she had crossed a line.
Facing his stern glare, she felt a shudder crawling up her arms.
"It's her who hit me," Valentina still tried to explain. "Why are you scolding me? What did I do wrong?"
"You don't know what you did wrong?" Dominic scowled at her with displeasure.
The air turned heavy.
"Those men molested her. They tried to rape her. And you—"
Dominic's expression darkened. "You should have stood by her. "Instead, you questioned her, doubted her."
Valentina's throat tightened.
"I only wanted to know what happened," she defended quickly. "Those men were saying—"
"So you believed their nonsense," he cut in sharply, his voice rising with restrained anger. "But you are not willing to trust her."
Valentina froze. "I…"
