Chapter 8
Dylan had always been a proud man.
I thought that rejection would be enough to make him never look back.
But I was wrong.
The night before my wedding, he found me again.
Dylan stood in front of me and threw a thick stack of Scarlett’s nude photos on the ground-her naked body being gawked at in the street, bringing back memories of certain events.
“I already got revenge for you.”
Dylan looked at me with red eyes:
“Does this make you a little happier?”
“RIP
I tore those photos to shreds and threw them in his face.
“You think SHE was the only problem?”
Dylan looked at me, lost.
I stepped closer:
“You really think Scarlett Rivers alone could hurt me this badly?”
“Are you actually stupid or just pretending?”
“Without YOU, you think she could’ve done SHIT to me!”
“SMACK!”
I slapped him hard.
Proud Dylan Cross had never been treated like this.
He stared at me in shock.
I stepped back and turned to leave.
‘CHLOE!” A furious shout came from behind me.
I turned around, only to find him on his knees.
“So what will it take for you to forgive me?”
“Just don’t marry Kieran Vaughn. I’ll do anything.”
I paused.
At the same time, the door opened on the other side.
Kieran stood there, looking at both of us.
I picked up a fruit knife from the table and threw it at Dylan’s feet with a “clang”:
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“Three deep stabs. You got the guts, or are you all talk?”
Dylan looked up at me in shock.
‘If you don’t have that kind of commitment, don’t talk about doing ‘anything.””
I sneered and walked past him.
‘CHLOE!”
I turned around to find the fruit knife already buried deep in his abdomen.
‘One stab…”
His weak voice trailed off as blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
‘Thud!”
He pulled out the knife and spat blood on the ground.
‘Chloe… three stabs. You can’t marry him…”
‘SQUELCH!”
Another stab, driven deep into his abdomen.
Kieran’s eyes went wide.
Just as Dylan was about to make the third stab, Kieran couldn’t help but shout:
“STOP!”
“SQUELCH!” –
Dylan gripped the knife handle tightly, blood streaming from his mouth, but he was actually smiling.
Then he pulled out the fruit knife and held it toward me:
“Three stabs, Chloe. I did it.”
“You…”
Veins bulged on Kieran’s hands.
I pressed down on his arm and gave him a reassuring smile.
When I looked back at Dylan, my voice was ice-cold:
“Who said I’d agree just because you finished?”
Dylan froze.
I smiled:
“You put me through 99 fake breakups. Three stabs-this is only round one. What’s your rush?”
Kieran looked at me, visibly relieved, then broke into a smile:
“You had me worried there.”
“You didn’t really think I’d call off our wedding just because he stabbed himself, did you?”
Kieran raised an eyebrow:
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“You’ve always been a woman of your word.”
I stood on my toes and kissed his cheek:
“Only to people who keep THEIR word.”
“Chloe… cough cough”
Dylan tried to grab me but collapsed with a “thud.”
I couldn’t help but look back.
In those pitiful eyes, I seemed to see my past five years.
The me who loved him.
The me who hated him.
Both made me who I am today.
I turned away and left the room with Kieran.
Kieran never forgot his promise-
He’d been working to destroy Dylan Cross completely.
But before he could finish crushing him, Dylan died first.
From stabbing himself like a maniac-no matter how many times they saved him, he’d hurt himself again.
After that, Cross Industries ground to a halt. And he was committed to a psychiatric hospital.
But somehow he still got hold of weapons.
When the doctors found him, he’d stopped breathing.
They said during Dylan’s final psychological evaluation, he asked the doctor one last question:
“After 99 rounds of three stabs, she’ll forgive me, right?”
When I heard the news, I was at my wedding with Kieran.
Without any emotional reaction, I simply tore up that death report and walked into the chapel.
He’d spent five years building up all that devotion.
But he chose to give it at the exact moment when I needed it least.
