Gabriel appeared in the livestream looking disheveled. He stormed to the front, pointing at Skylar:
“Say that again about our relationship! Did I force you to sleep with me? Did I force you to be my girlfriend?”
“I gave up the So heiress for you, abandoned my promising future, ruined my reputation–and now you claim we had nothing between us?!”
His eyes bulged, veins popping on his forehead as he roared.
Skylar, terrified, tried to salvage the situation:
“No, that’s not what I meant! I just think we’re fine as we are! Gabriel, I’m not rejecting you, it’s just…”
“Just what? Just that I’ve lost my money and fame, so I’m worthless to you now? You don’t need me anymore?!”
“Don’t forget who pulled you into the entertainment industry, who risked getting fired just to get you one headline!”
Nearly deranged, Gabriel stared at Skylar’s pale face and laughed in despair:
“Skylar… I thought you were different…”
Before anyone could react, Gabriel leaped onto the stage, pulled a knife from his jacket, grabbed the paralyzed Skylar, and began stabbing wildly.
The blade flashed. Blood sprayed everywhere.
Skylar collapsed quickly, motionless on the floor.
But Gabriel’s rage wasn’t satisfied. Straddling her body, he stabbed her chest over a dozen more times.
Reporters below scrambled to capture the shocking scene, flashes going off continuously, yet not one person stepped in to stop him.
Then Gabriel horrifically severed Skylar’s head and threw it into the crowd.
Finally realizing the brutality of what they were witnessing, reporters screamed and scattered in panic.
The livestream cut off abruptly.
The final frame froze on Gabriel’s blood–soaked face, smiling like a demon.
I covered my mouth and vomited into a trash can.
Only now did I truly understand what kind of psychologically twisted monster had been sharing my bed all along.
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Nine Years Wasted–Now I’m Marrying Your Rival
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Chapter 9
From the beginning, what I saw and fell in love with was all an elaborate disguise.
I couldn’t bear to imagine if I had stayed with him–would I have met the same fate as Skylar?
The only certainty was that everything had finally come to an end.
Gabriel was quickly captured. During his detention, I bribed hardened inmates to torment him relentlessly.
Soon the verdict came down: due to the heinous nature of the crime, its brutality, and massive impact, he received the death penalty.
Thankfully, our state hadn’t abolished capital punishment. His crimes would receive the ending a criminal deserves, providing closure for everyone involved.
Eventually, the online controversy died down, and the company returned to normal.
The publicity actually helped So’She break into the younger market.
I gave Alex complete creative freedom, and sales skyrocketed for several consecutive quarters.
Oh, and remember my wedding ring? Alex transformed those diamonds into a special necklace–two diamonds pressed tightly together, with various gems arranged in descending value circling around until they met again, ending with two sharp glass pieces.
He named it “Equal Love.”
I never sold it, keeping it as a personal treasure instead.
Time passed quickly. Just before our winter collection launch, I received a letter from Gabriel, sent from prison before his execution.
A murderer’s letter would only sicken me.
I didn’t read it–just burned it all, along with years of love and hate I’d felt for him.
Today, the sun is warm and gentle. I wrap my coat tighter, step confidently in my heels toward the new collection launch, embracing the brilliant future that belongs solely to me.
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