Chapter 9
Jeff pulled his phone out of his bag and played a video.
On the screen, Larissa stood by a window in a psychiatric hospital, her face swollen and distorted from long–term medication.
She stared blankly outside, completely lost in her own world.
“I forced her to work as an escort, and then I put her in a mental hospital,” Jeff said urgently. “You hate her, so I made her pay the price…”
“You think I left you because of Larissa?” I laughed suddenly.
“Listen carefully: I don’t care about her. Just like I haven’t cared about you for a long time.”
Albert took my hand at the right moment, our fingers interlacing.
I saw Jeff’s gaze lock onto our joined hands. His whole body twitched, as if he’d been burned.
“We’re getting married next month,” I said calmly. “I hope you can give us your blessing.”
Albert, usually composed, lit up instantly, grinning like a kid.
Jeff’s lips began to tremble. Suddenly, he lunged at me like a drowning man, grabbing my arm.
“No… You can’t do this! You can’t marry him! You promised me you’d love me forever! Please, don’t leave me. Don’t marry someone else!”
I looked down at him,
y voice gentle but firm.
“Seven years ago, when you first divorced me for Larissa, My blood got all over the floor, but you still left without a
Negged you like this, too. I even slashed my wrists to keep you.

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