Chapter 21
In the corner, Hendrix slumped with bowed head, his suit creases still holding the dampness of the rainy night. He re- mained silent throughout, like a hollowed–out shell drained of its soul.
He suddenly reached out and pressed down on the file, his knuckles turning white Is there really… no chance for us at
all
Alexandra’s gaze fell on his hand–there was a fresh wound there, cut the night before when he smashed a mirror.
She recalled many years ago, when the young Hendrix climbed over the wall to bring her strawberries, got his palm cut by barbed wire, but smiled and said, It doesn’t hurt.
Do you know what I was thinking that day in the sack she said softly. I was thinking, if you would look back at me, even just once…
Hendrix’s pupils contracted sharply.
But you didn’t, Alexandra pulled back the file. so my answer is no, not a shred.
Yrian’s words suddenly echoed in her ears.
He was right–the best outcome of revenge is complete forgetting.
She turned and walked toward the floor–to–ceiling window, sunlight piercing through the clouds to cast a faint golden outline around her.
A few days later, Alexandra suddenly received a video from an unknown number.
In the footage, Hendrix knelt on steep stone steps.
An assistant’s voice whispered in the background Mr. Sanchez has been kneeling for three days…
Delete it, Alexandra closed the video, no need to report on him anymore.
She walked to the safe, pulled out a stock transfer agreement, paused after signing, then drew out a sticky note.
The pen hovered for a long moment before finally leaving just three words.
[We’re even.]
Outside the window, the first snow of winter fell silently,
Yrian’s car stopped before a pure white building in the suburbs.
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I wanted to wait until completion to bring you here. He opened the car door for her, his fingertip lightly grazing her palm, But someone’s been such a workaholic that I couldn’t book a slot.
Alexandra raised an eyebrow Is Dr. Ximenez complaining
It’s an accusation. He lowered his head and nibbled her earlobe, You’ve neglected me for three days and seven hours.
The building interior blazed with light, a crystal plaque at the corridor’s end draped in red silk.
Yrian suddenly covered her eyes from behind Count down three seconds.
Alexandra quietly watched for three seconds, then abruptly stood and yanked the curtains shut.
As darkness swallowed the room, she dialed Yrian’s number.
Come to the lounge now, she heard her own voice eerily calm, and bring the ring you hid in the locker’s second draw-
- er.
A sharp clatter of metal hitting the floor echoed from the phone.
When did you figure it out! Yrian’s breath noticeably quickened.
Alexandra traced the sliver of light slipping through the curtains, a faint smile touching her lips. Last time you secret- ly measured my ring size, you covered my hand in chalk dust.
The laser from the opposite building still struggled to pierce the drapes, casting faint dots of light on the floor.
She stepped on the glowing speck, hearing frantic footsteps drawing nearer outside the door.
Yrian. She suddenly used his full name. I need you to walk in and propose right this instant.
The
urst open. He stood there clutching a velvet ring box, breathing heavily yet with sparkling eyes.
edding gown held no intricate lace–just simple satin shimmering with a pearlescent sheen under the
–
crisp as shattering
wore a white shirt with cuffs rolled to his elbows, his tie already loosened.
He held her hand as they exchanged rings on the stargazing platform at the summit of the Alps.
Below stood only a dozen close friends, champagne glasses clinking in the mountain wind starlight.
I thought you’d want a grander wedding, Yrian murmured, kissing her fingertips.
Alexandra gazed at the Milky Way Those who’ve known the spotlight understand quiet’s true value.
In a sterile psychiatric ward, wedding news flickered on the television,
Elizabeth’s skeletal fingers clawed the screen, nails splitting and bleeding unnoticed.
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I’m Mrs. Sanchez! She shattered a glass with a shriek. Look! I’m prettier, aren’t I!
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Prison guards watched coldly until she collapsed in bloody exhaustion, then dragged her back to bed like a carcass.
As the bell rang, Yrian lit fireworks on the rooftop in London.
A gift for the listing. He embraced Alexandra from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder. How does it compare to Hendrix renting out the whole amusement park back then
She turned and kissed Yrian. Far worse.
Hmm
You’re ten times more handsome than him.
Fireworks exploded above their heads, lighting up the never–extinguished lights of desire on Threadneedle Street.
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