Skyla and Jaeden used to have a good relationship, but since I went to prison, both avoided seeing each other again.
Jaeden hated Skyla, and Skyla feared Jaeden, so she had been trying to kick Jaeden off the board.
After my release, I started reading newspapers from the past five years.
Entertainment news headlines repeatedly reported that the once close siblings had become strangers, and that Skyla was acquiring shares in the Abbott Family. business to target her own brother.
As a result, the stock of the Abbott Family had dropped significantly. Combined with Jaeden's severe mental illness, which he didn't bother to hide from the media, the Abbott Family was far from its former glory.
That's why Niko promised me that he would make a move on the Abbott Family.
Having learned about Jaeden and Skyla's relationship in advance, I devised this plan to approach Jaeden.
After developing a mental illness, Jaeden hadn't properly taken his medication. Instead, he was taking a hallucinogenic drug.
That drug caused his mental state to deteriorate, but it made him feel better.
Jaeden said that when he took the drug, he could see me.
He could see me intimately pressed against his chest, watch me soothe a baby who looked like him to sleep, and even hear my gentle voice saying, "Baby, I love you."
So when Jaeden saw me, he immediately grabbed me.
He wanted to know if this was a hallucination.
Many times, he had immersed himself in hallucinations, chasing my image only to embrace air.
Now that he could touch the real me, he was almost greedy, pulling my hand every day.
But I didn't show Jaeden any kindness. Whenever Jaeden touched me, I would insult him and tell him to leave.
I looked at him coldly and sarcastically said, "Jaeden, didn't you promise to help me take revenge? Are you backing down?"
Jaeden stood in front of me, bent over like a punished elementary school student. He quivered his lips and said, "I want to look at you a little longer."
That statement was clear enough: if Jaeden acted, he would never see me again.
I showed a sweet smile and pulled Jaeden's hand. "Jaeden, as long as you help me take revenge, we can be as good as we used to be."
Though it sounded like a lie, Jaeden seemed to have received some assurance, and he showed a happy expression.
I noticed that Jaeden was sleeping less and less, staying awake through the nights, his eyes fixed on me in the darkness.
He said, "Desi, let me take a photo of you."
Jaeden's lens was aimed at me, and I didn't smile, instead, I looked at Jaeden with hatred.
Jaeden didn't get angry. He treated the photo like a treasure, holding it close to his chest.
Afterwards, Jaeden left the house.
I opened the first drawer of the bedside table, and the sharp military knife was gone—he had taken it.
I calculated the time and called Niko, asking him to come to the villa in the western outskirts. I wasn't dead yet and asked him to save me.
Niko arrived hurriedly after receiving the call.
Niko's eyes were red when he saw me, and just as he was about to speak, I covered his lips.
I said, "Niko, I want you."
This wasn't the first time for Niko and me. After my release and return to his home, we had been intimate several times, and Niko couldn't resist me.
I whispered in Niko's ear, "Niko, right here, okay?"
Niko gripped my shoulders and asked me, "Did Jaeden touch you? Did Jaeden touch you?" He questioned me like a crazed, caged beast.
I shed tears and said, "Yes, I didn't want it. He said he wanted to give me another child and a home."
I was lying. From the moment I saw Jaeden until now, he hadn't touched me. He didn't dare, fearing he might hurt me.
Niko lost his mind instantly, biting my shoulder with anger.
Niko was going to humiliate Jaeden here.
Ten minutes later, Jaeden returned.
The door to the villa was suddenly thrown open, and Jaeden emerged from the shadows.
He was covered in blood, the dark red liquid blooming on him like a demonic flower.
On his shirt, his pant legs, and even his face, there was blood.
Jaeden held the Nepalese military knife, a thick drop of blood falling from its gleaming blade.
He really went, he really sought revenge for me.
When Jaeden left, I sent him a text message. "Jaeden, you need to hurry back."
After committing the act, Jaeden rushed back, knowing full well that he had no future, wanting to see me one last time.
The last sight he had of me was me holding Niko tightly and giving him a flirtatious smile.
Have you seen a wild animal go berserk? Have you seen how people behave when they break down?
Jaeden seemed sick, his hands shaking so much he could barely hold the knife, his teeth chattering, his mouth slightly open, unable to say anything, stammering, with tears constantly welling up in his bright eyes.
Those endless tears nearly washed away the blood on his jawline.
Then he charged at Niko and me as if he were mad.
In that instant, the three of us made different choices.
I pushed Niko away forcefully, making him stand in front of me.
Niko, however, instinctively positioned himself in front of me.
Jaeden raised his knife, avoiding me.
Niko and Jaeden were like two beasts tearing at each other. Because Jaeden had grown thin, he wasn't as strong as Niko. But Jaeden was insane, trying to kill Niko at every turn. Niko, however, was much more cautious, not wanting to die or end up in jail for proper self-defense.
During their struggle, Niko never asked me for help.
He only shouted one thing at me: "Desi, if I win, will you marry me?"
I sat on the sofa, like a spectator watching a battle.
Resting my chin in my hand, I said, "Well, you'll have to win first."
A harsh look flashed in Niko's eyes. He snatched Jaeden's knife and, without hesitation, aimed to stab Jaeden in the chest.
I rushed forward and kicked the knife away.
I said, "Niko, enough. You've won."
Niko was defiant. With his dark eyes fixed on me, he curled his lips and said, "Desi, you don't want him to die."
"Desi, I haven't won. I've lost."
After saying this, he picked up the knife without hesitation and stabbed it viciously into Jaeden.
