Her Scissors Cut My Hair, But His Betrayal Cut Deeper - Chapter 128: Chapter 128
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Seven years ago, I was just a wide-eyed college freshman.
I used to wear these simple white sundresses, wandering across campus with just my canvas tote bag, completely unaware of what life had in store for me.
Jonah always claimed it was the moment I glanced back at him under the magnolia trees that made him fall in love at first sight.
His devotion became campus legend. The notorious player cut off all his other "situationships" for me.
During our first three years together, he never even pressured me for sex. "You're like pure porcelain," he'd say, "too precious to tarnish."
But somewhere along the way, Jonah grew bored with my innocence.
Desperate to keep him, I tried everything to please him.
I wore whatever outfits he wanted, tried every position he suggested, catered to his increasingly specific desires.
Yet the look in his eyes only grew more contemptuous.
"Madison," he'd sneer, "I thought you were such an innocent girl. Turns out you're just as desperate as the rest."
Then, a year ago, I started feeling constantly sick with low-grade fevers.
One night, Jonah came home drunk. Despite my protests, he pinned me to the bed.
During his rough, careless assault, I felt a sudden, sharp pain in my abdomen. At the hospital, we discovered I'd been pregnant for a month.
I lost the baby that night.
Jonah blamed me for everything.
He called me shameless and sex-obsessed, saying I'd seduced him while knowing I was pregnant.
That's when he first tried to break up with me.
Under my father's pressure, I begged for his forgiveness.
Slitting my wrists, overdosing on pills, threatening to jump from buildings—I did it all. The whole city talked about my breakdowns while Jonah's eyes grew colder with each desperate act.
He transformed me into this ugly, notorious version of myself. And now, he casually announced he was marrying someone else.
"Madison, Lily isn't like you," he said softly. "She's innocent. I can't let her get hurt."
"You understand, don't you?"
My chest felt like someone had driven a sledgehammer through it, but I managed a smile.
"I understand, Jonah. I wish you both happiness."
He raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised.
For years, I'd been like a leech, refusing to let go no matter how badly he treated me.
Everyone knew I loved him to the point of self-destruction.
He never expected me to accept this so calmly.
Jonah didn't press further. "In that case, I'd like the engagement ring back."
I touched the diamond on my finger—the one he'd placed there three years ago, promising to protect me forever.
Seven years of devotion, erased by a few days with someone new.
With steady hands, I removed the ring and placed it in his palm.
It was time to end these dignity-destroying days.
I used to wear these simple white sundresses, wandering across campus with just my canvas tote bag, completely unaware of what life had in store for me.
Jonah always claimed it was the moment I glanced back at him under the magnolia trees that made him fall in love at first sight.
His devotion became campus legend. The notorious player cut off all his other "situationships" for me.
During our first three years together, he never even pressured me for sex. "You're like pure porcelain," he'd say, "too precious to tarnish."
But somewhere along the way, Jonah grew bored with my innocence.
Desperate to keep him, I tried everything to please him.
I wore whatever outfits he wanted, tried every position he suggested, catered to his increasingly specific desires.
Yet the look in his eyes only grew more contemptuous.
"Madison," he'd sneer, "I thought you were such an innocent girl. Turns out you're just as desperate as the rest."
Then, a year ago, I started feeling constantly sick with low-grade fevers.
One night, Jonah came home drunk. Despite my protests, he pinned me to the bed.
During his rough, careless assault, I felt a sudden, sharp pain in my abdomen. At the hospital, we discovered I'd been pregnant for a month.
I lost the baby that night.
Jonah blamed me for everything.
He called me shameless and sex-obsessed, saying I'd seduced him while knowing I was pregnant.
That's when he first tried to break up with me.
Under my father's pressure, I begged for his forgiveness.
Slitting my wrists, overdosing on pills, threatening to jump from buildings—I did it all. The whole city talked about my breakdowns while Jonah's eyes grew colder with each desperate act.
He transformed me into this ugly, notorious version of myself. And now, he casually announced he was marrying someone else.
"Madison, Lily isn't like you," he said softly. "She's innocent. I can't let her get hurt."
"You understand, don't you?"
My chest felt like someone had driven a sledgehammer through it, but I managed a smile.
"I understand, Jonah. I wish you both happiness."
He raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised.
For years, I'd been like a leech, refusing to let go no matter how badly he treated me.
Everyone knew I loved him to the point of self-destruction.
He never expected me to accept this so calmly.
Jonah didn't press further. "In that case, I'd like the engagement ring back."
I touched the diamond on my finger—the one he'd placed there three years ago, promising to protect me forever.
Seven years of devotion, erased by a few days with someone new.
With steady hands, I removed the ring and placed it in his palm.
It was time to end these dignity-destroying days.
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