“You’ve known Linda Lowe for a long time. I already figured that out. You like her, don’t you? So why are you here pretending to be devoted to me?
“You just want to string me along, use me, while playing lapdog to your precious little angel. You’re no better than your mother, that homewrecking whore—absolutely pathetic.”
As the final word left my lips, a storm brewed in his eyes, dark and turbulent.
But he couldn’t say a single word in response.
I scoffed, letting go of his collar, and walked away without looking back.
…
That night, I had a dream.
Unusually, it was about what happened after my death in my previous life.
After I stabbed Linda in the chest with the cake knife, I succumbed to the unbearable pain and died.
However, she was rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment.
Outside her hospital room, Alec grabbed Shawn by the collar and demanded, “You said you’d take care of everything! You said you’d protect her—”
Shawn shrugged off his hand and replied coldly, “I’ve already agreed to share her with you. Do you think you, an illegitimate son, could control the Wood family without my help? Don’t push your luck.”
Alec stumbled back a few steps, retorting, “Your help? It was—”
He abruptly stopped mid-sentence, his words hanging in the air.
Shawn let out a cold laugh.
“That’s right. It was my sister who helped you. But she’s dead now. And the person who threw the acid on her? That was someone you personally contacted and arranged. Have you forgotten?”
Alec stood silently in place, motionless.
The red light above the operating room door continued to blink.
Moments later, Linda was wheeled out.
The doctor said, “The patient is still in critical condition…”
Alec’s gaze flickered over her pale, bloodless face, his eyes trembling ever so slightly.
Then, with eerie calmness, he said, “I haven’t forgotten, and I’ve never regretted it.”
…
I jolted awake from the nightmare, stumbling into the bathroom.
Clutching the edge of the toilet, I dry-heaved for what felt like an eternity.
