Cut! My Revenge Arc Starts Now - Chapter 4: Chapter 4
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"Oh? Do I really need to report my every move to you?"
Bruce's momentary tension dissolved into a mocking smirk. "Cut the act. Where's this so-called boyfriend of yours? Bring him out—let's see him."
His eyes raked over me, dripping with contempt. "Have you even kissed him? Slept with him?" A cruel laugh escaped him. "With a body like that, who'd even want you?"
His words hit like a blade, icy and sharp, carving straight through me. I wrapped my arms around myself, fingers digging into my skin.
He wasn't wrong.
After everything I'd given him—how could I have anyone else?
My body was ruined.
Back in high school, a fire had torn through our alley, swallowing my home whole. I'd been trapped inside, choking on smoke until darkness took me.
It was Bruce who'd charged through the flames, soaked and reckless, ignoring the shouts of bystanders as he carried me out.
I survived. But the scars never faded.
And now, the boy who once risked his life for me was the one tearing me apart.
How did we get here?
I remembered a different Bruce—one who stood between me and the world, declaring, "Ysabelle is the most beautiful girl alive!"
The same Bruce who spent an entire summer hauling watermelons just to buy me expensive scar cream.
Now? This wasn't love.
This was torture.
And Gianna? She was loving it, practically salivating as she watched me unravel.
Bruce didn't say it outright, but he leaned in, whispering just loud enough for me to catch:
"Be good. I'll tell you all about it… in bed."
Gianna giggled, pressing closer, her laughter sickly sweet.
The crowd wasn't done either.
"Pathetic. She's obviously lying."
"Some people will say anything to save face."
Then came the worst—a man with yellowed teeth leering at me, reaching out.
"Hey, if you're really that desperate, I'll take you. Lights off, right? Doesn't matter what you look like."
Laughter erupted around me. My stomach twisted as I tried to back away, but the crowd shoved me forward—closer to him.
I looked at Bruce.
Do something.
But he just watched.
No hesitation. No remorse.
Just as those grimy fingers brushed my shoulder—
A strong arm yanked me back, pulling me tight against a solid chest.
"Sorry I'm late." A deep voice, calm but firm. "Here to pick up my girlfriend."
My heart hammered.
Since when did I have a boyfriend?
Bruce's momentary tension dissolved into a mocking smirk. "Cut the act. Where's this so-called boyfriend of yours? Bring him out—let's see him."
His eyes raked over me, dripping with contempt. "Have you even kissed him? Slept with him?" A cruel laugh escaped him. "With a body like that, who'd even want you?"
His words hit like a blade, icy and sharp, carving straight through me. I wrapped my arms around myself, fingers digging into my skin.
He wasn't wrong.
After everything I'd given him—how could I have anyone else?
My body was ruined.
Back in high school, a fire had torn through our alley, swallowing my home whole. I'd been trapped inside, choking on smoke until darkness took me.
It was Bruce who'd charged through the flames, soaked and reckless, ignoring the shouts of bystanders as he carried me out.
I survived. But the scars never faded.
And now, the boy who once risked his life for me was the one tearing me apart.
How did we get here?
I remembered a different Bruce—one who stood between me and the world, declaring, "Ysabelle is the most beautiful girl alive!"
The same Bruce who spent an entire summer hauling watermelons just to buy me expensive scar cream.
Now? This wasn't love.
This was torture.
And Gianna? She was loving it, practically salivating as she watched me unravel.
Bruce didn't say it outright, but he leaned in, whispering just loud enough for me to catch:
"Be good. I'll tell you all about it… in bed."
Gianna giggled, pressing closer, her laughter sickly sweet.
The crowd wasn't done either.
"Pathetic. She's obviously lying."
"Some people will say anything to save face."
Then came the worst—a man with yellowed teeth leering at me, reaching out.
"Hey, if you're really that desperate, I'll take you. Lights off, right? Doesn't matter what you look like."
Laughter erupted around me. My stomach twisted as I tried to back away, but the crowd shoved me forward—closer to him.
I looked at Bruce.
Do something.
But he just watched.
No hesitation. No remorse.
Just as those grimy fingers brushed my shoulder—
A strong arm yanked me back, pulling me tight against a solid chest.
"Sorry I'm late." A deep voice, calm but firm. "Here to pick up my girlfriend."
My heart hammered.
Since when did I have a boyfriend?
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