“You bitch! I’ll kill you! It’s all your fault! If it weren’t for you, none of this would’ve happened to me! Die! Just die already! Once you’re dead, Lovell won’t be mad at me anymore!“>
Horace had completely lost it. His eyes were wild, and he clutched a knife in his hand. The madness in his expression was so intense that no one dared move, let alone stop him.”
No one knew how many times he stabbed Jaylee before finally stopping. Slowly, his eyes regained focus.
With a loud clang, the bloodied knife dropped to the ground. Horace stood up with a strange smile on his face and started walking toward me, one slow step at a time.
“Lovell, she’s dead now. Don’t be mad anymore, okay?” he said softly, like he was talking to a lover instead of walking away from a murder scene. “Didn’t we say we’d always be together? Didn’t you promise you’d wait for me? Come on–let’s go inside. Let’s get married. We’ll be together forever.“}
His face was splattered with blood, and it was dripping from his clothes onto the ground. The sight of him was terrifying. Horrified, instinctively took a step back.
When Horace saw me recoil, the smile on his face disappeared. His expression darkened as he stared at me with intensity.
“You’re avoiding me? Lovell, are you scared of me? How could you be scared of me? Didn’t you say you loved me? It’s okay, Lovell. I forgive you. Come here, come back to me.”§
Realizing he was completely unstable, Clement stepped in front of me protectively and subtly signaled the nearby bodyguards.§ They rushed forward, tackling Horace to the ground and restraining him with force.§
Horace thrashed wildly, shouting like a madman.
“Lovell! How could you leave me like this? I gave you everything! Why would you betray me like this?”
“And you! Clement!” he screamed, his rage now turned on him. “Weren’t you supposed to be an idiot? You were faking it! You’ve been pretending this whole time, haven’t you? You were planning this! You were after her from the beginning! You wanted to steal her from me!” “I’ll kill you, Clement! I’ll kill you!” he roared, grinding his teeth.
Clement gave another calm nod, and the guards dragged Horace away like he was nothing more than trash.
After the chaos died down, Clement turned to me. I was still frozen, unable to process what had just happened. Gently, he reached for my hand and held it.
“Don’t listen to him,” he said softly. “He’s lost his mind. None of it means anything.”
Then, he smiled just a little.
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nough… he did get one thing right. I really have had my eyes on you for a long time.”
A week later, Horace was formally charged with attempted murder and taken into custody to await sentencing.
As for Clement and me, we boarded our flight for our honeymoon.
It was on the plane that I finally learned the truth about him.
When he was just eight, his parents died in a tragic accident. His family was full of power struggles, and to protect him, his grandpa publicly claimed that the trauma had left Clement mentally impaired. That lie kept him away from the center of all the family scheming. He played the role of a fool for years, hiding his sharp mind until the day he was strong enough to take control of his family and protect himself.
I sat beside him quietly, listening to his story.
Then, before I could fully react, he held out his hand to me.
Resting in his palm were two White Rabbit milk candies.
I looked up, stunned. But he simply smiled warmly.
“When I was seven,” he said, “I met a little five–year–old girl. I used these two candies to persuade her to be my wife in the future.”
“Lovell, I love you. Deeper and longer than you’ll ever know. Thank you for finding your way back to me.”
I threw my arms around him, holding him tightly. I’d never felt so safe, so at peace.
No, Clement. It was I who should be thanking you.
