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"Ms. Spencer, your request for euthanasia has been approved and will be executed in one month. Please sign here to confirm."
The staff handed a thick stack of documents to the woman in front of them.
Rachel's fingers trembled slightly, and her fingertips lingered on the paper for a few seconds before slowly signing her name. Her handwriting was crooked, as if she had exhausted all her strength just to write it.
She was now thin and sallow, as if a gust of wind could blow her away. Cancer was like an invisible hand, gradually draining the vitality from her life.
She didn’t want to die in pain, so she chose euthanasia.
As soon as she stepped out, her phone rang.
It was a message from Sean.
It was only six short words: 【West Hill High School, bring condoms.】
After buying the condoms, Rachel hurried to West Hill High School. At the school gate, she immediately saw a conspicuous Rolls-Royce parked outside.
The car gently vibrated, and faint sounds of a woman's gasps and a man's low, muffled groans could be heard.
Those sounds were like a sharp knife, cutting into her heart with each slash. Her nails dug deep into her palms, but she felt no pain.
The box in her hand was squeezed out of shape, but she slowly flattened it. She walked up to the car and handed the box to the slender hand reaching out from the back seat window.
As usual, she didn’t leave but instead sat in the passenger seat.
The scene in the backseat was fully visible in the rearview mirror.
Sean, with his back to her, was wearing a suit and pressing down on a naked woman. His face was cold, his movements frantic.
The woman under him was pleading in both pleasure and pain, her body flushed with desire.
"Ah... President Harris... please be gentler..."
Sean let out a cold laugh, his voice deep and icy: "If I don't go harder, how will you enjoy it?"
After speaking, his actions grew even more intense.
The car shook, and Rachel’s body trembled with it. Yet she didn’t look away, almost as if torturing herself by watching it all.
It wasn’t until the woman screamed that Sean pulled away and sat back in his seat, casually pressing the car window button.
Cold wind rushed in, dispersing the heavy atmosphere of passion inside the car.
He lit a cigarette, and through the smoke, Rachel could no longer see his face clearly.
But it was the woman who noticed her.
"Ah!" The woman screamed and hid into Sean’s embrace, "President Harris, why is your maid still in the car? Get her out of here!"
Sean glanced at Rachel indifferently, his tone casual: "Who told you she’s my maid? She’s my first love."
He took a drag from his cigarette, his tone still careless, as he slowly raised the hand that held the cigarette: "See this hand? I got into a car accident for her. Third-degree disability. I’ll never be able to touch a steering wheel again in this life."
His tone was calm, as if he were talking about someone else’s story, but Rachel’s heart was tightly clenched, aching so much she could hardly breathe.
The woman paused for a moment before curling up in his arms, laughing softly: "President Harris, are you joking? If she’s your first love, why would you let her watch us do this? You should be holding her in the palm of your hand, pampering her.
And as for you-no matter how much you love a woman, you wouldn’t break your hand for her, right? How much do you have to love someone to do that?"
Rachel lowered her head, looking at the bloodstains she had dug into her palm, and a bitter smile tugged at the corners of her lips.
Yeah, who would believe it? But what he said was true.
Five years ago, Sean, the heir of the New York elite, fell in love with her, a Cinderella.
For her, he was willing to give up his inheritance, cram into a small rental apartment, and share a bowl of instant noodles with her.
He worked tirelessly to build their future, until that car accident happened.
A slap from Harris's father woke her up.
"How much longer do you intend to ruin my son? He’s been a prince since birth. The Harris family has spent so much to raise him as the heir, but he lowered himself to beg others for cooperation just for you.
He drank to the point of gastric bleeding to buy you a ring, and now, to protect you, he got into a car accident and almost lost the use of his hand. I beg you, just leave him alone!"
That day, she stood on the rooftop all night and finally chose to leave.
The day he recovered and proposed to her, she threw the roses in his face, sneering as she looked at him: "Forget it, Sean. You’re no longer the heir of the Harris family.
Your business failed, and your hand is useless. You’re a broken man, with nothing left. Why should I waste my best years with you?"
She left resolutely, and he begged her, but she never looked back.
She disappeared for five whole years, and all that was left between them was hatred.
Until two years ago, they met again.
He had regained control of the company and become the president of Harris Corporation, while she had become a despised woman selling alcohol.
He used his power to force her to stay by his side, making her watch him sleep with one woman after another.
And today, it was the hundredth one.
In the back seat, Sean tore off a check and casually wrote down a string of zeros.
"Take it, go find my assistant, and never show up in front of me again."
The woman knew this was his usual method. The women he took away were always discarded after a single night. But she couldn’t bear to let go of such a good man. She kissed his hand with red lips and whispered, "President Harris..."
Sean’s eyes turned cold, his voice laced with a bone-chilling chill: "Either take the money and disappear, or try the consequences of staying."
His tone was cruel, and the woman’s face went pale with fear. She quickly dressed and scrambled out of the car.
Sean also got out, handing Rachel a tablet.
"Next, choose again."
To torment her further, every woman he slept with was chosen by Rachel herself.
Rachel’s heart felt like it was being torn apart, but she forced herself to stay calm: "Can I not choose?"
Please don’t make me choose.
Sean, I have cancer. I’m going to die soon.
My death is the best revenge against you.
Sean stared at her, his lips curling into a slight sneer: "Not choose? Did you ever give me a choice?"
Rachel opened her mouth, but no words came out.
Sean slammed the tablet onto her.
He smiled, but there was no warmth in his eyes: "Rachel, do you think a person like you can feel pain? You’re a villain, and so am I. Since that’s the case, we’ll torment each other for the rest of our lives, and then we’ll go to hell together."
The Rolls-Royce sped off, leaving Rachel standing there, her tears blending with the rain.
She tilted her head back, letting the rain wash over her face, her voice so soft it was almost like she was talking to herself.
"No, Sean. You have to live well, live a long life."
"This time, I’ll go to hell alone."
The staff handed a thick stack of documents to the woman in front of them.
Rachel's fingers trembled slightly, and her fingertips lingered on the paper for a few seconds before slowly signing her name. Her handwriting was crooked, as if she had exhausted all her strength just to write it.
She was now thin and sallow, as if a gust of wind could blow her away. Cancer was like an invisible hand, gradually draining the vitality from her life.
She didn’t want to die in pain, so she chose euthanasia.
As soon as she stepped out, her phone rang.
It was a message from Sean.
It was only six short words: 【West Hill High School, bring condoms.】
After buying the condoms, Rachel hurried to West Hill High School. At the school gate, she immediately saw a conspicuous Rolls-Royce parked outside.
The car gently vibrated, and faint sounds of a woman's gasps and a man's low, muffled groans could be heard.
Those sounds were like a sharp knife, cutting into her heart with each slash. Her nails dug deep into her palms, but she felt no pain.
The box in her hand was squeezed out of shape, but she slowly flattened it. She walked up to the car and handed the box to the slender hand reaching out from the back seat window.
As usual, she didn’t leave but instead sat in the passenger seat.
The scene in the backseat was fully visible in the rearview mirror.
Sean, with his back to her, was wearing a suit and pressing down on a naked woman. His face was cold, his movements frantic.
The woman under him was pleading in both pleasure and pain, her body flushed with desire.
"Ah... President Harris... please be gentler..."
Sean let out a cold laugh, his voice deep and icy: "If I don't go harder, how will you enjoy it?"
After speaking, his actions grew even more intense.
The car shook, and Rachel’s body trembled with it. Yet she didn’t look away, almost as if torturing herself by watching it all.
It wasn’t until the woman screamed that Sean pulled away and sat back in his seat, casually pressing the car window button.
Cold wind rushed in, dispersing the heavy atmosphere of passion inside the car.
He lit a cigarette, and through the smoke, Rachel could no longer see his face clearly.
But it was the woman who noticed her.
"Ah!" The woman screamed and hid into Sean’s embrace, "President Harris, why is your maid still in the car? Get her out of here!"
Sean glanced at Rachel indifferently, his tone casual: "Who told you she’s my maid? She’s my first love."
He took a drag from his cigarette, his tone still careless, as he slowly raised the hand that held the cigarette: "See this hand? I got into a car accident for her. Third-degree disability. I’ll never be able to touch a steering wheel again in this life."
His tone was calm, as if he were talking about someone else’s story, but Rachel’s heart was tightly clenched, aching so much she could hardly breathe.
The woman paused for a moment before curling up in his arms, laughing softly: "President Harris, are you joking? If she’s your first love, why would you let her watch us do this? You should be holding her in the palm of your hand, pampering her.
And as for you-no matter how much you love a woman, you wouldn’t break your hand for her, right? How much do you have to love someone to do that?"
Rachel lowered her head, looking at the bloodstains she had dug into her palm, and a bitter smile tugged at the corners of her lips.
Yeah, who would believe it? But what he said was true.
Five years ago, Sean, the heir of the New York elite, fell in love with her, a Cinderella.
For her, he was willing to give up his inheritance, cram into a small rental apartment, and share a bowl of instant noodles with her.
He worked tirelessly to build their future, until that car accident happened.
A slap from Harris's father woke her up.
"How much longer do you intend to ruin my son? He’s been a prince since birth. The Harris family has spent so much to raise him as the heir, but he lowered himself to beg others for cooperation just for you.
He drank to the point of gastric bleeding to buy you a ring, and now, to protect you, he got into a car accident and almost lost the use of his hand. I beg you, just leave him alone!"
That day, she stood on the rooftop all night and finally chose to leave.
The day he recovered and proposed to her, she threw the roses in his face, sneering as she looked at him: "Forget it, Sean. You’re no longer the heir of the Harris family.
Your business failed, and your hand is useless. You’re a broken man, with nothing left. Why should I waste my best years with you?"
She left resolutely, and he begged her, but she never looked back.
She disappeared for five whole years, and all that was left between them was hatred.
Until two years ago, they met again.
He had regained control of the company and become the president of Harris Corporation, while she had become a despised woman selling alcohol.
He used his power to force her to stay by his side, making her watch him sleep with one woman after another.
And today, it was the hundredth one.
In the back seat, Sean tore off a check and casually wrote down a string of zeros.
"Take it, go find my assistant, and never show up in front of me again."
The woman knew this was his usual method. The women he took away were always discarded after a single night. But she couldn’t bear to let go of such a good man. She kissed his hand with red lips and whispered, "President Harris..."
Sean’s eyes turned cold, his voice laced with a bone-chilling chill: "Either take the money and disappear, or try the consequences of staying."
His tone was cruel, and the woman’s face went pale with fear. She quickly dressed and scrambled out of the car.
Sean also got out, handing Rachel a tablet.
"Next, choose again."
To torment her further, every woman he slept with was chosen by Rachel herself.
Rachel’s heart felt like it was being torn apart, but she forced herself to stay calm: "Can I not choose?"
Please don’t make me choose.
Sean, I have cancer. I’m going to die soon.
My death is the best revenge against you.
Sean stared at her, his lips curling into a slight sneer: "Not choose? Did you ever give me a choice?"
Rachel opened her mouth, but no words came out.
Sean slammed the tablet onto her.
He smiled, but there was no warmth in his eyes: "Rachel, do you think a person like you can feel pain? You’re a villain, and so am I. Since that’s the case, we’ll torment each other for the rest of our lives, and then we’ll go to hell together."
The Rolls-Royce sped off, leaving Rachel standing there, her tears blending with the rain.
She tilted her head back, letting the rain wash over her face, her voice so soft it was almost like she was talking to herself.
"No, Sean. You have to live well, live a long life."
"This time, I’ll go to hell alone."
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