Chapter 110
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He picked up the fruit knife from the table and, without giving anyone a chance to react, dragged it across his own face.
He didn’t cry out. He was waiting for me to say something. But I just glanced at him, indifferent.}
“Gunner, faking injury to gain sympathy isn’t exactly in fashion these days. A man like you–so high and mighty–if you’re going to go crazy like this and come after me every time you’re unhappy, maybe you should write a will first.”
He seemed like he hadn’t expected the look in my eyes to be not pity, but a flicker of excitement.>>
I bet that realization hurt him more than the wound.
“Sloane, you love me, don’t you?”
“Love? Of course.”
His gloomy eyes brightened, even if just a little. He thought I wouldn’t abandon him.}
“I love you so much I wish you were dead. Do you want to die?”
The smile he hadn’t yet pulled back froze on his face.
He knew I was angry. But he wasn’t in a rush. We still had time, after all.
But I was worried about Dwight. The Astors didn’t stand a chance against the Carnegies. I couldn’t drag him into this mess. That meant I had to get rid of this lunatic once and for all.
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He didn’t show up again until half month later. The once–handsome face now bore a deep, jagged scar.
“The floor’s cold. Why aren’t you wearing shoes?”
I looked at the man kneeling before me an
kicked away the slippers in his hand.
“I’ll call Brandi over. Since you’re so idle, go help her put on shoes. A bitch like me doesn’t deserve this kind of treatment from you.“> His hand clenched so tightly around the slippers, his knuckles went white.
After a long pause, he still gently lifted my foot and slid it into the slipper.
Gunner didn’t come down to eat. He stayed in his room for
When he finally came out, his upper body was soaked in blood-
Every inch of his skin carved with the word bitch. Blood dripped everywhere he walked. But he acted like he couldn’t feel the
Even saying my name seemed to drain all his strength.
pain.”
“Sloane… I don’t want anything else. I just want you to stay with me. Even if you don’t love me, that’s fine. Just stay. Please?“}
“To be favored by someone like you, to be cut by your own hands… I should consider it a blessing. You don’t need to go this far.” My cruelty would only free him. It was only through this pain that he could suffer. I wanted him to live the rest of his life in regret.} I saw his figure sway, just slightly.”
“I can’t change what I did to you… but I’ll make it up to you, I swear. Just stay.“}]
“Oh yeah?? And then what? While you’re sleeping with me, I’ll be staring at the name Brandi carved on your dick? But I’m the one in your bed? Am I really that pathetic?“}
He looked at me in disbelief. That detail was supposed to be a secret. He couldn’t understand how I knew.
But that spot… if anyone had carved something there forcefully, there was no way he could ever make love to me again.}
“I was lucky enough to be hospitalized by your own hand. Heard you talking to your buddy. I thought it was pretty romantic, honestly. There aren’t many men left in this world so deeply in love. A dying breed, really.”
Every word I said stabbed deeper than any blade, the pain worse than anything on his body.
“Sloane… the one I’ve been in love with all this time is you. You’re the only woman I ever truly wanted.”
“Oh, you’re funny. You really loved me, huh? Did you see this?“}}
I unbuttoned my shirt, revealing the letters he had carved onto my skin.”
“See that? Those were your parting gift. That was the day my love for you died, Gunner. Right then, I swore–I’d rather fall for a homeless man than ever love you again!”
11:18 AM MM
