Chapter 8
I forcefully pulled away from him, looking at him and laughing under the streetlight.
He still didn’t know that I knew the anonymous letters were all his doing.
He was still acting righteous, thinking he was the one wronged.
His skill in turning the tables was truly impeccable.
I thought back to how I had been fooled by him 36 times, and I really felt sorry for myself.
I laughed through my tears and asked him:
“Victor, do you think I’m stupid and easy to fool?”
“So you keep pulling me around in circles without any guilt?”
I raised my hand and slapped him hard.
With all my strength, I made him stagger backward.
Victor froze, growling:
“Jennie, what the hell are you doing?”
“You can’t mess with me like this!”
I couldn’t be bothered to argue with him anymore. I threw off the coat he had draped over me.
I grabbed the suitcase beside me and turned to leave:
“I’m never coming back to this house.”
“We don’t need to have our wedding anymore.”
“Victor, from now on, I’ll just consider myself as being bitten by a dog.”
“Don’t ever let me see you again!”
Victor rushed over and grabbed my suitcase, blocking my way.
His eyes were panicked, his voice frantic:
“Jennie, what’s wrong with you?”
“I’m giving you another chance. Take back everything you just said.”
“I swear I didn’t cheat, and I believe you didn’t either.”
“Let’s just fix this and stop with the drama, okay?”
I said: “Let go of me.”
Victor said:
“No, if you won’t marry me, who the hell will you marry?”
“That guy who sent me the anonymous letters?”
“I don’t believe it. You’re just trying to provoke me.”
“You made those photos to make me jealous. I’m not falling for it!”
“I trust you completely, so why can’t you trust me back?”
Of course, he didn’t believe it. After all, this was the same trick he had played all along.
He thought I was the same as him, but he was wrong.
Suddenly, someone jumped out of the shadows, grinning mischievously:
“Old man, let go of Jennie.”
“Jennie says you’re not as good as me in bed. She’d rather sleep with me.”
I recognized that smug, punchable face in the dark–it was Ethan.
Hadn’t he already driven off an hour ago after dropping me off?
Victor saw him too, and with a furious “F you!” threw a punch straight at Ethan. Too bad for him, Ethan had been a
ruthless fighter since childhood–especially after that one time when a group of guys ganged up on him.
Back then, I had stepped in at the hospital to break up the fight. Sitting by his bed, I scolded him:
“If you can’t win, just run. Don’t let yourself get beaten up like this.”
“Look at your face–what if it scars?”
Lying on the hospital bed, his face bruised and swollen, Ethan had grinned lazily and said:
“Jennie, I’ll train hard from now on. I’ll never let my face get messed up again. You won’t find me ugly, right?”
Seems like he actually kept that promise.
I’ve overheard people talking about him before:
“Don’t mess with Ethan. That guy’s a nutcase.”
“He’s never lost a fight.”
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“And whatever you do, don’t touch his face–he’ll go berserk.”
Now, before Victor’s fist could even graze Ethan’s face, Ethan had already twisted his arm with a sharp crack.
Victor’s scream was gut–wrenching.
Maybe his arm was broken?
Ethan didn’t stop there. He kicked Victor in the chest–hard and merciless.
I could almost hear his ribs snapping.
One second he was a total madman, the next, he turned to me, all innocent and obedient:
“Jennie, I was just defending myself.”
“Like you said, if a guy’s weak and talks too much crap, he totally deserves it.”
Victor lay on the ground, writhing in pain, unable to get up.
Through gritted teeth, he glared at me and yelled:
“Jennie, don’t go!”
‘Come back here!”
Ethan, walking with that arrogant, cocky strut, turned back and smirked at Victor:
“Jennie’s not coming back.”
“You’re too old–losing your hair already–how are you even competing with me?”
“Stay away from her. She’s got a new dog now, got it?”
At that moment, I finally realized just how petty this guy could be.
He was still holding a grudge over something Victor had said years ago.
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Victor once mocked him for being too young, told him to stay away from me.
Now Ethan was throwing it right back in his face–calling him an “old man” and saying he was losing hair.
Seriously, how childish could he get?
And the way he talked–he didn’t even spare himself!
A “new dog“? Does this guy have no shame?
Ethan drove me to my parents‘ place. Sitting in the passenger seat, I glanced at him and asked:
“Be honest–how long have you been after me?”
Ethan clicked his tongue and sighed dramatically:
“Jennie, you really don’t wanna know.”
“Otherwise, you might actually feel bad for me.”
“And I’d hate to see you heartbroken over me.”
I was speechless.
God, he’s so annoying.
Who would feel bad for him? What a joke.
I rolled my eyes and scoffed,
“Go back to your dorm and dream tonight. In your dreams, you can have anything you want.”
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