"Forget about it, Eliana, I'll make you regret the day you married ." Damon went back to his cold deanor, as if he could see right through my intentions. "You want to live separate lives? So be it." I was taken aback. Was he willing to accept cheating, just to make regret marrying him? I never thought being forced to marry would be such a burden on him, that he'd go to such extres for revenge.- Just as I was struggling to understand this, Damon abruptly grabbed , pulling close against his body. He licked his lips, eyes hazy. "Want to satisfy you first?" "No!" I pushed Damon away imdiately. If we were destined to part ways, there was no need for unnecessary contact. Damon squinted, his gaze sharp. He was a smart man, he must have noticed my odd behavior these past few days. He grabbed my chin, forcing to look up at him. "Are you Eliana's twin sister? Huh?" How could a woman who'd loved him for ten years suddenly act so out of character? I managed an awkward smile. "Guess." "Eliana, our marriage is not simple. If it ends, it will involve a lot of interests. I don't have ti to play out so love-hate drama with you. If you can't resist the loneliness and want to have so fun..." He didn't answer my question but leaned in close to my ear. "Rember to use a condom. I'm not going to raise your illegitimate child." I was soone who'd already experienced death, and I should've been calm. But for so reason, I slapped Damon, hard. My palm was stinging. Damon's cheek bore the red mark of my hand. He turned his head, his perfect jawline outlining his handso profile. Even after being slapped, he still looked so handso. He slowly turned his head back towards , his eyes dark and terrifying, as if he was going to kill the next second. My hand was trembling, not from fear, but because the slap had reopened my wound and my hand was bleeding. Damon glanced at my hand, then turned and left, leaving with his cold back. I watched as the blood dripped from the bandage, and it felt good, better than bleeding inside during my past life.
After that slap, Damon disappeared again. His na was all over the tabloids, appearing in nightclubs, in the office, but he never ca ho. I was counting the days, just half a month till the day Damon and Ariel t. During this ti, I would occasionally bump into Ariel, order a black coffee, and quietly watch her work. Her every smile and frown were deeply etched into my eyes. If I were a man, I would like her too. "Ariel, your boyfriend is here!" A coworker alerted Ariel.
Yes, I rember she had a boyfriend, but the poor guy was no match for Damon. Even if he was deeply in love with Ariel, he couldn't stand a chance against the power and status that Damon wielded, and he beca a joke to fate. The café door was pushed open, and a young man wearing a white T-shirt and light blue jeans walked in. He was wearing a white baseball cap, holding a box of cake, looking clean and refreshing. I was stunned. Was he that college student? "Joshua, what are you doing here?" Ariel was as happy as a hamster,welcoming her food-bringing master. "I was handing out flyers nearby, so I thought I'd co and see you. Brought you so cake." The college boy smiled, his eyes crinkled up like Ariel's, like crescents. They looked like a sweet couple, yet they would be forcibly torn apart by Damon. Ariel looked both delighted and worried. "Just coming to see is enough. You're working so hard handing out flyers, don't waste money buying food." "I work hard to earn money so I can buy snacks for my adorable girlfriend." The college boy was good at sweet talking. I thought about it, Damon never bought snacks. I didn't really like snacks either. The college boy didn't stay in the café for long because Ariel was still working. I sat in the corner with my head down, afraid that he would look at one more ti in the crowd and recognize as the woman who tried to seduce him in the nightclub not so long ago. As soon as the college boy left, I quickly paid the bill and left too.
"Madam." Jas always addressed this way. "Ho." I was exhausted, the people and things in my life were becoming increasingly complex. I rubbed my temples. My brain cells didn't seem to be enough. Not long after the car started, I spoke again, "Jas, let , I just wanted to drive." I gripped the steering wheel, focusing on the road ahead. When I saw the college boy waiting at the traffic light ahead, I seized the opportunity, stepped on the gas, and charged ahead, successfully knocking him down. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" I hurriedly got out of the car to help him up, only to see his leg bleeding profusely, severely injured. "Ma'am?" The college boy called out to in surprise, gritting his teeth against the I told Jas, "Quick, take him to the hospital." The boy's na was Joshua, a 20-year-old college student. I sat on the hospital bench, looking at Joshua's contact number that I had just saved my phone, feeling sowhat desolate. In the end, I was too petty. The only revenge I could think of was an eye for an eye. Since Jas could take my husband, why couldn't I take her boyfriend? Although she was forced into it, she later accepted Damon, when he was completely crazy. If Ariel had never accepted him, he might have been more rational, considering The hospital was bustling. I was in the late stages of breast cancer with lymphatic won who often got angry and repressed were likely to get breast cancer. possibility of getting any return for his efforts. past life and spent my last days in the hospital. Doctors said that I covered all of Joshua's dical expenses, and generously compensated him for his part-ti job. fees a
lost wages. Because of his hospitalization, he couldn't work Truth be told, I was a real gabber. In just half a day, I pretty much knew Joshua's life story. He was from work, and he'd got a sister who was already hitched. an average farming family, both parents were involved in agriculture No wonder Damon managed to snag his girlfriend. "You take care of yourself. I'll pop in every now and then," I said as I was leaving, playing the big sister role with a kind smile on my face. 'No worries, ma'am, I'm still young and in good shape, I'll bounce back quickly," Joshua said, showing off his pearly whites, his answer so innocent. Did he just flirt with by saying he was young and in good shape? I an, I was not exactly over the hill myself. I was only 23, not 82. But due to five years of a suffocating marriage and my chronic habit of skipping als, I felt like I was aging both ntally and physically. I gave a little nod. On my way ho, I swung by the drugstore and picked up so supplents.
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