I used to think his love was the most beautiful thing in the world. Until it became the knife that carved scars into my flesh and soul. Four years ago, when Lucas fell into a family scandal, I took two million dollars from his cousin and spoke ill of him in front of reporters. Four years later, I was kicked out by his cousin. I knelt at Lucas’s doorstep, my face ruined beyond recognition even with a mask on. Lucas, impeccably dressed in a suit, carefully supported Jasmine, who was pregnant. Jasmine stared at my face and suddenly felt nauseous. “Honey, she’s disgusting.” Lucas comforted her, rubbing her back, while looking at me with disdain. “Didn’t my cousin give you money? Couldn’t you afford a piece of cloth to cover that ruined face?” I instinctively wanted to lower my head, but he grabbed my mask and yanked it down violently. The scabs tore open, blood trickling down my chin. I trembled in pain. He took out a hundred-dollar bill, slapped my painfully sore face with it, then stuffed it into my chest. “Enough to buy some disinfectant. Clean up that rotten face. You made my wife sick. Can you afford to compensate her?” I fought back tears. That two million dollars – I had anonymously hired a top lawyer to clear his name of all accusations. In return, his cousin poured boiling water on my face. Now, my burns were infected, and I could go into shock at any moment. As Lucas was about to leave, I crawled to his side on all fours, clutching his pant leg. Under his icy gaze, I struggled to speak. “Lucas, please, save my grandma. She has terminal lung cancer. She needs money for treatment.” Trembling, I pulled out a brand new designer box from my pocket. Inside was a scarf I had saved up for a long time to buy. Dark gray, his favorite color. I held the box with both hands, as if cradling the last flicker of hope. “Please, for old times’ sake. For how good my grandma was to you.” “She made dumplings for you so many times, always talking about how much you loved them. Please lend me money to save her. This is a small token of my appreciation.” I could barely continue, tears welling up in my eyes, but I held them back fiercely. Jasmine glanced at it and covered her mouth, laughing. “Even my dog wouldn’t wear that brand.” Lucas extended two fingers, contemptuously pinching a corner of the scarf. “You want me to lend you money to save that old hag?” He sneered. “Where was she when you took money to slander me back then? What kind of person could she be to raise a granddaughter who would sell anything for money?” Blood rushed to my head instantly. My whole body shook violently, fists clenched tight. Lucas watched my anger, a flash of excitement in his eyes. He relished the feeling of being able to ignite me so easily, then crush me into the mud just as effortlessly. He carelessly tossed the scarf to the ground. “Want to borrow money to save that old waste?” He looked down at me condescendingly. “Sure.” I suddenly looked up, with a hint of disbelieving hope. But when I saw the undisguised hatred in his eyes, my heart sank again. Jasmine seemed surprised, tugging at Lucas’s sleeve coquettishly. “Honey, don’t.” Lucas gave her an indulgent smile. “Be good, I’ll let you and the baby see something interesting in a moment.” He turned to me and said slowly, “Kneel here and say loudly, ‘My grandma Rose is an old bitch. She deserves cancer.’” He paused, savoring my face that had turned as white as paper. “Say it from the bottom of your heart, as genuinely as when you accused me in front of reporters back then. Say it once, and I’ll give you a hundred thousand. How about that?” Jasmine giggled beside him. “Say it quickly, or your grandma will die.” The world seemed to fall silent instantly. I looked at the disgust in his eyes for me, and suddenly flashed back to the image of him looking at me with eyes full of love. I couldn’t help but take two steps back. Anger, despair, and guilt towards my grandma rushed to my head at this moment. “Impossible.” I squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth. Lucas raised an eyebrow. “Then get lost.” I was on the verge of collapse. The image of my grandma’s haggard, desperate face and the doctor’s cold bill of payment involuntarily flashed before my eyes. In the end, the desire for grandma to live on crushed my last bit of dignity. I opened my mouth: “My grandma Rose… is… is an old bitch…” The moment these words came out, I heard the sound of my heart breaking. Lucas’s eyes suddenly flickered. He remembered when he was bullied by his cousin as a child, it was grandma who chased him away with a rolling pin for half a street to protect him. She always hid shrimp, his favorite, in the dumplings. But this hint of wavering disappeared in an instant. “Wait,” Lucas suddenly interrupted me and dialed a number. “How can there be a good show without an audience?” My heart instantly sank into an ice cave, an ominous premonition rising from the bottom of my heart. In less than five minutes, several cars stopped by the roadside. The car doors opened, and a group of reporters carrying cameras swarmed in with excitement on their faces. My pupils constricted violently. They were the same people I had spoken ill of Lucas to years ago. “Oh my God, Miss Zoe, what happened to your face?” The reporters snapped furiously at my face. I instinctively wanted to put on my mask, only to find that Lucas had already stepped on it. “Miss Zoe, are you kneeling here to repent?” “We heard you were abandoned by your sugar daddy? Now you’re back looking for Mr. Lucas?” I felt as if I had been stripped naked and thrown into a busy market. The immense shame and fear made my whole body rigid. Lucas watched this scene with satisfaction and slowly opened his mouth: “Face the camera with your ruined face and say it properly.” Some reporters started live streaming, focusing on my face. Tens of thousands of viewers instantly flooded into the live stream. “She doesn’t even care about her face for money, now pretending to be filial?” “Like grandmother, like granddaughter. They’re all scum.” “Her face is karma! Go die already.” I stared blankly at these vile words in front of me and opened my mouth again: “My grandma Rose is an old bitch.” Just as I was about to say the next sentence like a walking corpse, my vision suddenly went black and I fell forward. Lucas instinctively wanted to support me but deliberately stopped. At this moment, my phone rang. “Miss Zoe, we’ve stopped your grandmother’s painkillers. She was just rolling in bed in pain. When are you coming to pay?” Lucas snatched the phone from me, put it on speaker, and sneered at the receiver: “Tell that old hag her granddaughter is calling her an old bitch right now.” Jasmine clapped her hands and laughed beside him: “Nurse, you must let her grandma hear this!” I anxiously grabbed the phone back, about to say something, when I heard a long beep from inside. “I’m sorry, Ms. Zoe. Your grandmother has passed away.” I stood there stunned, the phone falling to the ground with a thud. Lucas’s gaze swept over my old phone that had just fallen at his feet. Covered in cracks, it looked jarring. He raised his foot and kicked it hard. With a crack, the phone hit the corner of the wall, the battery flew out, and the screen shattered completely. “No!” I let out a heartbroken roar. It contained voice messages my grandma had recorded one by one, full of her concern and advice for me. Almost with my last breath, I crawled on all fours towards the pile of debris in the corner. “Grandma!” I cried out, tears mixed with blood flowing down my face. I frantically scrabbled with both hands, trying to pick up those pieces. The sharp glass shards instantly cut my fingers, but I didn’t even notice. The reporters were even more excited to record this scene, their cameras precisely aimed at my distorted, anguished face. The barrage of comments in the live stream went crazy: “She deserves it.” “She even cursed her own grandmother. Asking for money? I think she’s just putting on a show.” Suddenly, a cold sneer came from above, piercing my collapsed nerves. Lucas looked down at me with bloodshot eyes, a flash of extremely complex emotions in his eyes – shock, hatred, and a hint of heartache he didn’t even notice himself. Jasmine leaned forward, frowning: “Honey, has she gone mad? Crying like this over a broken phone? Could it be that she has some scandalous photos with a sugar daddy in there?” Lucas’s gaze turned cold. “Look at yourself now. You’re crawling around like a mad dog for a broken phone?” He raised his foot, carelessly nudging the pile of debris with his toe. “If your grandma knew you were just cursing her, do you think she’d die again in her grave?” “Shut up!” I suddenly raised my head, my bloodshot eyes glaring fiercely at Lucas. He stared at the intense hatred and despair in my eyes, stunned for a moment. Jasmine pointed at my nose: “What are you yelling for? Your grandma, that old hag, raised a granddaughter as cheap as you. She deserved to die.” My grandma’s painful gasps before she died, the irreparable phone, the humiliation I suffered today, everything made my sanity snap completely. With a loud slap, a resounding slap landed on Jasmine’s face, instantly leaving a red handprint. She covered her face, staring at me in disbelief. “Honey, she hit me!”
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