“Oh, you have a selective memory. Only
thanking me now? Let’s calculate the
interest.”
“Tell me, how are you going to repay me?” Jackson leaned closer, his thigh pressed
against my skirt, his warmth palpable. His
voice was playful. “Or maybe you could cry in
my arms. I’ll collect some interest.”
My eyelashes fluttered. I ignored him.
I glanced at Liam, who was also looking at
- me. His dark eyes held an imperceptible hint
of mockery.
I chuckled wryly. Was this what he wanted?
To get rid of me? To push me toward
someone else?
I mocked my own stupidity. Why did I still
have hope? Wasn’t the answer obvious? What
was I still hoping for?
A ridiculous blind date ended my five–year
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obsession.
After the party, Liam tossed me a penthouse
suite key. A smirk played on his lips.
“You’ve been lonely for so long. Let loose
tonight.”
“Jackson’s got a good physique, I’m sure he can satisfy you.”
He leaned in, his voice low. “But can he find
your sensitive spots?”
I looked at him, intensely. Liam, I give up. If this is what you want, I’ll grant you your wish.
I took the key and went to the penthouse,
Jackson’s room.
He was leaning against the bed, glancing at
- me.
“He’s the guy you searched for five years?”
I was surprised, but not entirely. My five–year
search was known to everyone in our circle; it
was no surprise Jackson heard about it.
“Yes.”
<
Jackson irritably crushed his cigarette. “So
you’re in this state because of him.”
I frowned. “What’s wrong with my
appearance?”
“You look like death warmed over. People
would think your husband died.”
I rarely agreed with him. “Yeah, he’s dead.”
Jackson chuckled, casually lifting his eyelids.
His usually careless eyes showed a rare
seriousness.
“Lily, I’m no gentleman. You can rely on me,
use me as your crutch. But you know what
this means entering this room.”
His meaning was clear.
I nodded, and we ended up together.
I had been suppressing so much for so long;
seeing him at the wedding, hearing that Sarah
had taken him away for five years, and
learning that he came back three years ago
but let me despair. I had gone insane.
<
I completely indulged myself, spending three
nights with Jackson.
I asked myself, did I still love him? Did I still
miss him?
The answer was…
Love. But no longer miss him.
The fourth day, Jackson and I got dressed
and went home.
Sarah excitedly greeted me, asking about the
encounter.
Jackson was very skilled. Over those three
days, he tried every position on me. I
cooperated, resulting in many bruises.
Sarah’s eyes widened. “Damn, I knew he was
good, but not this good. Is there an unscarred
inch on you?”
I said nothing, feeling a cold gaze on me.
I smirked inwardly, meeting his sharp gaze. I said to Sarah, “Thank your husband for me.”
Thank you for making me lose all hope.
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I went straight to my room. Passing the living
room, Liam stood up, a spark of jealousy in
his dark eyes.
His face was terrifyingly grim. He said coldly,
“No need to thank her through her. I’m right here, thank me personally.”
I turned to him, calmly saying, “Thank you.” I didn’t want to linger, but Liam grabbed my
arm. I tried to pull away, but he held on
tightly. I frowned, gesturing toward Sarah.
Don’t push it.
He ignored me, leaned closer, whispering in
my ear.
“Thank me for helping you itch, huh?”
“Looks like you squeezed him dry, huh? You
were suffering for five years.”
“If he’s tired, you can come to me. Don’t
worry, I’ll use my hands.”
“Because, I find you repulsive.”
I felt a chill, my heart sinking. Liam showed
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no mercy, his words humiliating me. He was
the one who didn’t want me; he was the one
who pushed me to Jackson. Why did he act
like I betrayed him?
I couldn’t take it anymore. I forcefully broke
free, slapping him. I kept my voice down,
mindful of Sarah.
“Liam, you humiliate me repeatedly, taking
advantage of my lingering feelings. But not
anymore.”
I’ve let myself go.
Seeing me hit Liam, Sarah stepped between
us, her tone sharp.
“Lily, why did you hit my husband?”
I felt helpless, retreating to my room, but I still
heard her questioning.
“Didn’t I tell you not to provoke her? She’s
been a little… unstable.”
“What did you even say to her? Why were you
so close?”
L
so close?”
Liam didn’t answer, his eyes fixed on my
retreating figure.
Sarah barely spoke to me for days after I hit
Liam. My feelings for her were complicated.
She was my best friend; countless nights,
when I wanted to end it all, she stayed up
comforting me. She was always worried I
would do something drastic.
She didn’t seem to have done anything wrong,
yet she hurt me most deeply.
My five years of hell, my despair, were all her
fault.
She fell for Liam, taking him away from me
for five years. Even knowing he had a fiancée,
she interfered.
So, who really invaded whose world?
I wasn’t magnanimous; I couldn’t bless her. I
didn’t want to be their third wheel, so when
Sarah sniped at me again about hitting Liam, I
spoke up.
“You should move out.”
Sarah was stunned. “Just because I said a
few words, you want me to leave? I’ve been
taking care of you for days! You hit my
husband; it was your fault. I didn’t even bring
it up!”
“And you’re giving me an attitude? Lily, your
mental illness is incurable, isn’t it? You
deserve your depression, deserve to be
dumped. He wouldn’t last with you either.‘
I remained silent, letting her vent. It was good;
it purged the last of my guilt.
After she finished, I said softly,
“Sarah, let’s not see each other again. Move
out today.”
I left without looking back and went next
door. Ironically, in five years, I had alienated
everyone who thought I was crazy. Except for
Sarah, no one cared for me.
<
I knocked, expecting Jackson. Instead, a
woman in a camisole opened the door. She
seemed half–asleep, grumbling, “Who is it?”
I hesitated, then asked, “Where’s Jackson?”
She pointed inside. “Sleeping. Do you want to
come in?”
