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Seeing Dorian like that, Lacey stormed up, shrieking that I was a “vile woman.”
Dorian slapped her, sending her sprawling to the ground.
She crawled to his feet, sobbing, begging him to return to their country with her.
When he refused, she stayed in the area too.
That evening, when Lacey showed him a pregnancy test and fainted in front of him, he
looked at me, conflicted. “Mireya, it’s all my fault. I can spend the rest of my life
making it up to you, but Lacey is innocent.”
He carried her to the hospital.
In the middle of the night, Lacey sent me a nude photo of her and Dorian in the hospital.
I felt nothing, forwarding the photo to Dorian.
He burst into my uncle’s villa like a madman.
Fed
up
with his persistence, I decided to talk to him one last time and asked my uncle to
let him in.
In the study, I looked at the flustered Dorian, my gaze settling on the hickey on his neck. Calmly, I asked, “What else do you have to say?”
“She forced me, Mireya. She’s not only pregnant but also depressed because of me. I was afraid she’d do something drastic, so I… but I’ve sent her back to the country.”
“Come back with me. Let’s get married. Once we’re married, she won’t cling to me
anymore.”
“So, you’re saying she forced you to sleep with her?”
Dorian met my eyes, opening his mouth but saying nothing.
Moments later, tears streamed down his face. He clutched his head, crouching in pain.
“Mireya, I know I was wrong, but I love you.”
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“You were always so quiet before. I got carried away. I only talked about running away to humor her. I never meant to abandon you, really…”
“I regret it so much. You used to smile at me, always waiting for me at home.”
“Mireya, you can hit me, curse me, but please don’t be so cold to me, okay?”
The man whose slightest frown once broke my heart now made me sick even with his
tears.
His disgusting behavior killed any desire to have a proper conversation.
Lacey was despicable, but in my heart, Dorian deserved to rot in hell even more.
I gave a malicious smile. “Do you know what I regret most?”
Meeting my gaze, he sensed the cruelty in my words.
He covered his ears, helpless. “Don’t do this to me, Mireya… I’m begging you.”
“My biggest regret is that I didn’t stop my parents from saving you that day.”
“Saying you love me while sleeping with Lacey—was that fun? Tattooing her name on your chest while telling me it was a gesture of love for me–was that fun? Or secretly
getting matching couple’s rings with her behind our wedding ring–was that fun?”
“How are you so confident that I’d still love you like before after all this?”
“Dorian, why wasn’t it you who died that day?”
With that, I opened my phone, playing recording after recording, each one evidence of his betrayal, flooding over him like a tide.
His last shred of hope crumbled.
As he wished, I curled my lips into a bright smile, looking at him.
His spine bent inch by inch, his face turning ashen.
Then he fled the villa, practically running.
My uncle patted my shoulder, relieved.
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Grandma took my hand. “Come,” she said softly, “I made grilled cheese.”
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