Chapter 95 Did You Kill My Husband?

• Ximena/Angela’s POV
• My head whipped aside as a large metal-like hand connected with my cheek, leaving it stinging with a sharp, burning sensation as a cry escaped my lips. My lower lip was cut, and I felt blood in my mouth. Tears filled my eyes as I tried to caress my cheek, but my hands and legs were tied to the chair I was seated on, and a collar was around my neck.
• “How does that feel?” Alberto smirked, sitting on a nearby chair and piercing his deep brown eyes into mine. I blinked away my tears.