I Was the Rebound Husband - Chapter 6: Chapter 6
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My compliance seemed to soften Luna's heart this time. She didn't restrain me as before.
Her features relaxed as she spoke, "Ryan, we did share something special once. I'll always appreciate how you cared for me. But now... now I need to chase my own happiness. You'll let me go, won't you?"
I studied her face - more radiant than ever, yet nothing like the bright, simple girl I remembered. That girl was gone forever.
"Be happy," I mumbled, curling deeper into my corner, my eyes empty.
Luna hesitated, words trembling on her lips, until Dylan's call snapped her attention away. She hurried off without looking back.
Then Eliana appeared in the doorway, her eyes puffy and red-rimmed from crying. "Ryan," she pleaded, "after Dylan's wedding... will you come home with me? I promised him I'd watch over you. For old times' sake... please?"
I lifted my gaze, studying her for a long moment before whispering, "Alright."
Satisfied, Eliana departed.
Soon Violet and Bella arrived, shifting uncomfortably near my cot. After an awkward silence, Violet cleared her throat.
"Ryan, if you swear to change... stop harassing Dylan... I could convince Luna to release you."
Bella bit her lip before adding, "A public apology - admitting how you bullied him - might make me reconsider our relationship."
I glanced at my bandaged limbs and gave a hollow chuckle. "Fine. After the wedding, I'll apologize to everyone."
They scampered off gleefully to report their success to Dylan.
My trembling fingers found the needle Violet had dropped - one from our old medical studies together. I knew exactly where to insert it to stop my breathing.
As the needle pierced my neck, suffocation crashed over me like a wave.
Loser. Failure. All four women I'd loved had chosen Dylan. At least this torment would end soon.
I remembered those endless nights studying with Violet - her obsession with lethal techniques, my futile warnings: "This hatred will consume you. Focus on healing, not harming."
How ironic that her dark lessons would now grant me peace.
Dark shapes swarmed outside the door, then came rushing toward me. For the first time, my enemies wore expressions of terror instead of contempt.
A ragged laugh tore from my throat as I gasped my final words: "I'm... going... home!"
Her features relaxed as she spoke, "Ryan, we did share something special once. I'll always appreciate how you cared for me. But now... now I need to chase my own happiness. You'll let me go, won't you?"
I studied her face - more radiant than ever, yet nothing like the bright, simple girl I remembered. That girl was gone forever.
"Be happy," I mumbled, curling deeper into my corner, my eyes empty.
Luna hesitated, words trembling on her lips, until Dylan's call snapped her attention away. She hurried off without looking back.
Then Eliana appeared in the doorway, her eyes puffy and red-rimmed from crying. "Ryan," she pleaded, "after Dylan's wedding... will you come home with me? I promised him I'd watch over you. For old times' sake... please?"
I lifted my gaze, studying her for a long moment before whispering, "Alright."
Satisfied, Eliana departed.
Soon Violet and Bella arrived, shifting uncomfortably near my cot. After an awkward silence, Violet cleared her throat.
"Ryan, if you swear to change... stop harassing Dylan... I could convince Luna to release you."
Bella bit her lip before adding, "A public apology - admitting how you bullied him - might make me reconsider our relationship."
I glanced at my bandaged limbs and gave a hollow chuckle. "Fine. After the wedding, I'll apologize to everyone."
They scampered off gleefully to report their success to Dylan.
My trembling fingers found the needle Violet had dropped - one from our old medical studies together. I knew exactly where to insert it to stop my breathing.
As the needle pierced my neck, suffocation crashed over me like a wave.
Loser. Failure. All four women I'd loved had chosen Dylan. At least this torment would end soon.
I remembered those endless nights studying with Violet - her obsession with lethal techniques, my futile warnings: "This hatred will consume you. Focus on healing, not harming."
How ironic that her dark lessons would now grant me peace.
Dark shapes swarmed outside the door, then came rushing toward me. For the first time, my enemies wore expressions of terror instead of contempt.
A ragged laugh tore from my throat as I gasped my final words: "I'm... going... home!"
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