To avenge the humiliation of his broken engagement years ago, I stole his company’s core secrets. The once high-and-mighty CEO, begging me to let him go, willingly became my kept man. His lover, driven by me to a miscarriage, fled town. Julian hated me, called me a viper. By day, he played the doting husband, but by night, he tormented me relentlessly in bed. It wasn’t until I was diagnosed with stage four stomach cancer that I decided to let him go, and finally, let myself go too. I signed over all my assets back to him, along with a divorce agreement. “Julian, game over.” But he shattered. He tore the documents apart, his eyes wild as he crowded me against the wall. “You started it. How dare you decide when it ends? Scarlett, even if we’re going to hell, you’re coming with me!” … I once loved Julian with all my heart. That kind of love was etched into my very bones, the kind that made you believe you’d never be apart. I still remember, one winter, I had a terrible cold, burning with fever. Julian, that pampered man who never lifted a finger, clumsily stood in the kitchen, insisting on making me a hearty homemade soup. In the end, the soup wasn’t even ready, but he’d already scalded his hands with the steam. He hid his red hands behind his back, still trying to act tough. “What are you looking at? Drink your soup, and you’ll be better.” Back then, the tenderness in his eyes could drown a person. But now, that tenderness was long gone, given to someone else. I turned off the stove and ladled the slow-cooked soup into a bowl, placing it on the dining table. The sound of keys turning in the lock echoed from the entryway. Julian was home, bringing with him the cold chill of winter and the faint scent of another woman’s perfume. He stripped off his suit jacket, tossing it carelessly onto the sofa, and loosened his tie. When his gaze landed on the bowl of soup, a sneer, raw and undisguised, curved his lips. “What new game are you playing today, Scarlett?” He sauntered over, pulling out the chair opposite me and sitting down. “Poisoning the soup? Yes, that sounds exactly like you.” I picked up my spoon, stirring the soup slowly, not bothering to look up. “You think too highly of yourself, Julian. Poison is expensive. You’re not worth it anymore.” His face instantly darkened. He tapped his fingers on the table, a dull, rhythmic sound filling the silence. “Then you’d better give me an explanation, or I’ll pour this entire bowl over your head.” “Nothing to explain,” I finally met his gaze. “I just suddenly wanted some, and figured I’d ladle you a bowl too. Drink it or don’t, it’s up to you.” We were like two porcupines, never saying a kind word, as if whoever showed weakness first would lose. I had been living this way for three years. He hated me for stealing his company’s secrets, for bringing down his family, and even more, for driving away his beloved Layla. I hated him for publicly breaking our engagement, for making my family and me the laughingstock of the city. We tormented each other, neither willing to let go. “Scarlett, stop looking so pathetic. It’s disgusting.” He scoffed, standing up, as if being in the same room as me was unbearable. “Wait.” I called out. The familiar wrenching pain began in my stomach again, but I couldn’t let it show. He turned impatiently. “What do you want?” I didn’t answer. Instead, I pulled out the documents I’d prepared from a nearby drawer and pushed them across the table to him. One was a divorce agreement. The other was the full transfer of his company’s shares. “These are all yours again.” My voice was weary. “Julian, I’m tired.” I expected him to be overjoyed, to sign them without a second thought, and then rush off to his Layla. I had even planned to go to the hospital after he left, to spend my remaining time in peace. But his eyes turned bloodshot. He snatched the divorce agreement and tore it into a million pieces. He lunged forward, slamming both hands on the wall beside my head, trapping me between his body and the cold surface. “Game over? You started it, Scarlett. How dare you decide when it ends? Even if we’re going to hell, you’re coming with me!”
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