Chapter 7
That evening, Merrick received the bathroom surveillance video.
e as it it could
Merrick sat in the vast living room, dim yellow light falling on his stubbled face, the entire room cold and desolate as it
swallow a person whole.
He watched that video over and over, each frame like a knife, cutting open his once self–righteous understanding piece by piece.
She never intended to die.
She just wanted Lina to die.
He abruptly hit pause, the video freezing on Liliane pouring the fake blood. “How could this be… Fake, all fake.”
The child wasn’t his, and the so–called suicide note was just her script, while the allergic reaction and threats were all her orchestrations–yet Lina had never harmed the child.
Rain poured as he ran to Easton Manor, heart full of regret and pain. He pressed the doorbell repeatedly–no response.
So he raised his hand and pounded heavily on the door.
Lina,
,open the door! I’m begging you!” he shouted with all his strength, his voice urgent and pleading.
Rain kept hitting his face.
The door still didn’t open.
Merrick cried. “Lina, please don’t just leave me like this! I know I was wrong, I was really wrong. Give me a chance, and I’ll make up for all my mistakes! Lina, open the door, please? We had so many beautiful moments–have you forgotten?”
He added, “We watched the stars together on the balcony, the first meal you cooked for me, you stayed by my side when I was sick, bringing me water throughout the night. Lina, those days were truly happy! I know I was wrong, I deserve to die. You can hit me, scold me–just please forgive me this once.”
Rain blurred his collapsed figure at the doorway, tears and rainwater streaming down his face. He could barely breathe from the pain.
As consciousness faded, the door finally opened. I stood behind it, having hesitated only a moment before turning the handle.
As soon as the door opened, cold wind mixed with rain hit my face. Merrick was collapsed outside, completely soaked.
His face was pale, but his eyes stubbornly looked at me.
Seeing me come out, he slowly stood up, his eyes full of surprise.
But seeing him like this, my heartbeat didn’t quicken, my emotions didn’t waver.
I just felt a bit cold
—
the wind was too strong
His fingers desperately gripped my shoulders. “Lina! I was wrong, I was really wrong. Please, don’t abandon me…”
He was hurting me, so I pushed him away. He fell to the ground.
He tried to stand but collapsed again from exhaustion, his knees hitting the tiles with a dull thud. “Lina.”
I stated, “I put my whole heart out there for you, and you called it disgusting Now I’m walking away, and suddenly you’re crying and begging. But feelings once missed, there’s truly no way back. Let’s part amicably. Don’t do these things anymore, or you’ll make me find even those sweet memories disgusting”
He opened his inouth, his lips already white from cold, mumbling repeatedly, “I’m sorry”
“Merrick “I stared into his eyes. “The mating bond dissolution papers are signed too Let’s not see each other anymore.”
He stared at me blankly, as it finally understanding my resolve
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Then his eyes slowly closed, and he collapsed in the rain, unconscious.
I didn’t m
My heart felt neither satisfaction nor pain, only a numbness so complete it was crystal clear.
Not far away, someone hurried over, seeing Merrick unconscious on the ground, her face changing. “Merrick?! Merrick!!”
She rushed over, kneeling beside him, trembling as she pulled out her phone to call for help.
Her voice shaking. “gn? Help, my brother passed out!”
Soon, an ambulance arrived, its lights flashing blindingly in the rainy night..
He was unconscious for an entire night.
The healer said his body had reached its limit severe mental and physical exhaustion. If they had been any later, the consequences
would have been unthinkable.
Listening to this, my heart remained calm because he had driven himself to this point.
I sat by the bed, watching the sky gradually brighten outside the window. The night and rain had passed.
I knew it was time for me to leave too.
This city held too many memories I didn’t want to recall, each place hiding my pain and grievances.
Even if he woke up again, cried again, repented again–it had nothing to do with me anymore.
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