"Do you really think deceiving yourself like this means anything, Evan? Now, I feel nothing but hatred for you."
I stretch out my hand to push away his arms and look at him with mockery.
A flicker of profound pain crosses his face. He gazes at me, lips pressed tightly, and remains silent.
As I anticipated, Evan is not one to easily let go. He has taken me back to the rebuilt Villa that was burn down by me, where every detail mirrors how it was three years ago.
Entering the Villa again stirs no excitement, only desolation and sorrow. This home harbors too many painful memories, and staying here brings only sadness and pain.
Since bringing me here, he has moved almost all his work to the villa, spending every day by my side.
I lounge on the sofa while he works at the other end.
My gaze shifts from the window to the man absorbed in his work. My irritation intensifies, and I snap, "Evan, when will you let me leave? How long do you intend to keep me prisoner?"
Evan puts down his work and approaches me. He leans down, bracing his hands on either side of my body, and looks at me with utmost seriousness, "Forever. I want you by my side for a lifetime."
I look up at him and laugh coldly, "Evan, do you really think that's possible?" I push him away. He stumbles and accidentally knocks over a vase on the table. Ceramic shards glint in the sunlight.
With a mocking expression, I look at Evan and bitterly say, "We can never return to the past.The Avery who loved you died three years ago. You killed her yourself."
"The Avery you see now is the one you took a kidney from, nearly killed, whose child died because of you, and who was humiliated in prison."
Recalling those past pains and my unborn child makes my heart feel as if it's being shredded repeatedly.
I harbor nothing but hatred for this man.
"I owe you, and I will repay you, but don't think you can escape from me. You provoked this first, and I will never let you go," Evan's eyes show a trace of pain and regret, but his stern face remains emotionless, his tone domineering and strong.
Hatred fills my heart, staining my eyes red. A voice constantly urges me to avenge my child. Suddenly, I squat down, picking up a sharp ceramic shard from the floor. I pierces his chest with the shard , and the air fills with a strong smell of blood.As I held the shard so tightly,It cut my hand too.His white shirt turns red, and my hands are covered in our blood.
The warmth on my hands snaps me back to reality. My bloodied hands tremble, something shifts in my heart, and tears begin to flow. Through blurry tears, I look at him and whisper, "Why didn't you dodge? You could have avoided this."
He seems unaffected by the pain, stepping closer to me. The sharp ceramic shard digs deeper as he moves. His madness startles me, and I release the shard. The sight of blood everywhere terrifies me; my lips tremble, leaving me speechless.
His stern expression softens, replaced by a tender gentleness. A warm smile plays on his lips as he reaches out, gently caressing my cheek, his voice unusually soft, "Don't cry, silly girl. You should be happy. You've had your revenge; you avenged our child."
"Avery, promise me, if I survive this, give me a chance. Let's start over, okay?"
He collapses onto me, my body sticky with his blood. "Ah..." I scream.
