he Day He Chose Her Over Our Dying Son, I Chose Vengeance - Chapter 36: Chapter 36
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"I can't sleep for shit. Every time I close my eyes, I see your hands choking me. I see our dead baby. I see my mom's face when she yanked out her oxygen. I see every fucking thing you did to me for three years. How the hell am I supposed to forgive you? What, you think you can just fix all that?"
Blake crashed to his knees. Hard.
"Evelyn, please. One chance. That's all I'm asking. I was messed up. Blinded by hate. If I'd known the truth earlier, I wouldn't have—"
Tourists started crowding around us. Some nosy lady with a camera pushed to the front, pointing it right at Blake's face.
"Oh, isn't that the rich CEO guy from TV? Why's he on his knees? Bet he screwed up big time with this girl!"
I turned to bail, but Blake lunged and grabbed my legs.
The crowd went "Ohhh!" A bunch of girls made disgusted faces.
"God, that's gross. Harassing her out in public like that."
"Fancy suit but total trash behavior. What a creep."
"Someone call the cops! Poor thing!"
Blake had his forehead against my leg, totally ignoring all the stares and shit-talking. All he wanted was his precious shot at forgiveness.
I looked down at him and almost laughed at how crazy this was.
Funny, I was the one on my knees once.
Begging him to believe my dad wasn't guilty. Begging him to help save our baby. Begging him to stop messing with my mom's ashes.
He didn't give a damn back then.
Now the tables had turned.
Some old guy in the crowd lost it and chucked his water bottle at Blake.
"Get lost, asshole! Leave her the hell alone!"
Blake didn't even flinch. Just let it hit him.
"Enough. Show's over, Mr. Big Shot."
I walked back inside, the door clicking shut behind me.
Blake stayed there on his knees, staring at the closed door. Then he cracked this smile.
A smile uglier than crying.
This was what I wanted, right?
To watch him eat shit in public like I once did.
A tear hit the mud and disappeared in a second.
Middle of the night.
I shot up from another nightmare, back soaked with sweat.
In the dream, Blake's hands were crushing my throat, his voice cold as ice:
"Evelyn, you deserve to die just like your dad. You're all killers, your whole family."
I was gasping for air, my fingers unconsciously reaching for my neck—like the feeling of being choked was still there.
Thunder boomed outside, lightning lit up the room.
For a split second, I swear Blake was right there by my bed, glaring at me with those dead eyes—just like back at the mansion. "No! Get back! Don't touch me!"
I jerked up so fast I knocked my water glass flying.
Glass shattered, snapping me back to reality.
I curled up in the corner of my bed, hugging my knees, patting my own back like I'd done through a million shitty nights before.
"It's okay. It's over. All over now."
I whispered to myself, trying to comfort the broken mess I used to be.
My palm stung. Looking down, I'd clawed myself bloody in my sleep again.
Blood dripped between my fingers, making a little red puddle on the sheets.
Fucking pathetic.
I thought I was free. But Blake had been back in my life for one damn day, and he'd already ripped apart the fake peace I'd worked so hard to build.
I woke up to the old lady downstairs yelling my name like the place was on fire.
Blake crashed to his knees. Hard.
"Evelyn, please. One chance. That's all I'm asking. I was messed up. Blinded by hate. If I'd known the truth earlier, I wouldn't have—"
Tourists started crowding around us. Some nosy lady with a camera pushed to the front, pointing it right at Blake's face.
"Oh, isn't that the rich CEO guy from TV? Why's he on his knees? Bet he screwed up big time with this girl!"
I turned to bail, but Blake lunged and grabbed my legs.
The crowd went "Ohhh!" A bunch of girls made disgusted faces.
"God, that's gross. Harassing her out in public like that."
"Fancy suit but total trash behavior. What a creep."
"Someone call the cops! Poor thing!"
Blake had his forehead against my leg, totally ignoring all the stares and shit-talking. All he wanted was his precious shot at forgiveness.
I looked down at him and almost laughed at how crazy this was.
Funny, I was the one on my knees once.
Begging him to believe my dad wasn't guilty. Begging him to help save our baby. Begging him to stop messing with my mom's ashes.
He didn't give a damn back then.
Now the tables had turned.
Some old guy in the crowd lost it and chucked his water bottle at Blake.
"Get lost, asshole! Leave her the hell alone!"
Blake didn't even flinch. Just let it hit him.
"Enough. Show's over, Mr. Big Shot."
I walked back inside, the door clicking shut behind me.
Blake stayed there on his knees, staring at the closed door. Then he cracked this smile.
A smile uglier than crying.
This was what I wanted, right?
To watch him eat shit in public like I once did.
A tear hit the mud and disappeared in a second.
Middle of the night.
I shot up from another nightmare, back soaked with sweat.
In the dream, Blake's hands were crushing my throat, his voice cold as ice:
"Evelyn, you deserve to die just like your dad. You're all killers, your whole family."
I was gasping for air, my fingers unconsciously reaching for my neck—like the feeling of being choked was still there.
Thunder boomed outside, lightning lit up the room.
For a split second, I swear Blake was right there by my bed, glaring at me with those dead eyes—just like back at the mansion. "No! Get back! Don't touch me!"
I jerked up so fast I knocked my water glass flying.
Glass shattered, snapping me back to reality.
I curled up in the corner of my bed, hugging my knees, patting my own back like I'd done through a million shitty nights before.
"It's okay. It's over. All over now."
I whispered to myself, trying to comfort the broken mess I used to be.
My palm stung. Looking down, I'd clawed myself bloody in my sleep again.
Blood dripped between my fingers, making a little red puddle on the sheets.
Fucking pathetic.
I thought I was free. But Blake had been back in my life for one damn day, and he'd already ripped apart the fake peace I'd worked so hard to build.
I woke up to the old lady downstairs yelling my name like the place was on fire.
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