My Simp for Five Years? Congrats, Your Betrayal Earned You a Coffin! - Chapter 9: Chapter 9
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Alexander looked up in disbelief.
"Casey, do you really hate me that much?"
I turned and walked into the house without saying another word to him.
Hate?
How could I not hate him?
I want to rip him to shreds. I'd drag him straight to the deepest pits of hell and let him rot there!
A week after Alexander left, my account got a huge transfer—nine figures.
Ha. He thought that money could buy my mom's life? What a joke.
For the next two months, I lived with Ethan, working hard with the doctors on rehab, trying to get better as fast as I could.
Alexander never bothered me again.
Until this one night, when me and Ethan were curled up on the balcony couch looking at the city lights. Ethan held back for a long time, like he was scared to say something, then he said quietly:
"My guys contacted me. They said Alexander's dead. Suicide."
"They found bones in his basement. Tests showed it was Vivian."
I kept tracing the rim of my wine glass, my chest feeling all tight and weird. I didn't know what to say.
Out of nowhere, tears just started falling into my glass, making these little ripples that blurred everything.
Seeing me cry, Ethan twisted his lips impatiently. He sounded pissed off and hurt at the same time.
"A guy who got your mom killed, and you're still crying over him?"
"Casey Stevens, you know if I hadn't shown up that day, you'd be dead in some ditch right now. I'm sitting right here next to you and you're still thinking about that bastard. You're just..."
His voice cracked a little at the end.
Seeing that I hadn't said anything for a long time, Ethan let out a deep sigh.
"You still can't forget him, can you? Even after all the awful shit he did, I still can't replace him in your heart..."
I didn't answer, but my mind drifted back to the day Alexander confessed to me.
This ruthless CEO stood in front of me, his cheeks all red like some eighteen-year-old kid.
"Casey, I love you. This world's too dangerous—I wanna give you a home. I promise I'll be good to you."
"If you love what you do, that's cool too. When you're with me, you can be whoever you wanna be. I love you, but I'd never try to control you."
"Will you... be my girlfriend? Please?"
I don't know if Alexander meant it that day.
I just know that I did.
I didn't answer Ethan's question. I threw my head back and downed all the wine in my glass, then stood up and gently wrapped my arms around him.
"I'm just sad that I didn't get to kill him myself."
That was the truth too.
Because I'll never forgive Alexander.
Never.
"Casey, do you really hate me that much?"
I turned and walked into the house without saying another word to him.
Hate?
How could I not hate him?
I want to rip him to shreds. I'd drag him straight to the deepest pits of hell and let him rot there!
A week after Alexander left, my account got a huge transfer—nine figures.
Ha. He thought that money could buy my mom's life? What a joke.
For the next two months, I lived with Ethan, working hard with the doctors on rehab, trying to get better as fast as I could.
Alexander never bothered me again.
Until this one night, when me and Ethan were curled up on the balcony couch looking at the city lights. Ethan held back for a long time, like he was scared to say something, then he said quietly:
"My guys contacted me. They said Alexander's dead. Suicide."
"They found bones in his basement. Tests showed it was Vivian."
I kept tracing the rim of my wine glass, my chest feeling all tight and weird. I didn't know what to say.
Out of nowhere, tears just started falling into my glass, making these little ripples that blurred everything.
Seeing me cry, Ethan twisted his lips impatiently. He sounded pissed off and hurt at the same time.
"A guy who got your mom killed, and you're still crying over him?"
"Casey Stevens, you know if I hadn't shown up that day, you'd be dead in some ditch right now. I'm sitting right here next to you and you're still thinking about that bastard. You're just..."
His voice cracked a little at the end.
Seeing that I hadn't said anything for a long time, Ethan let out a deep sigh.
"You still can't forget him, can you? Even after all the awful shit he did, I still can't replace him in your heart..."
I didn't answer, but my mind drifted back to the day Alexander confessed to me.
This ruthless CEO stood in front of me, his cheeks all red like some eighteen-year-old kid.
"Casey, I love you. This world's too dangerous—I wanna give you a home. I promise I'll be good to you."
"If you love what you do, that's cool too. When you're with me, you can be whoever you wanna be. I love you, but I'd never try to control you."
"Will you... be my girlfriend? Please?"
I don't know if Alexander meant it that day.
I just know that I did.
I didn't answer Ethan's question. I threw my head back and downed all the wine in my glass, then stood up and gently wrapped my arms around him.
"I'm just sad that I didn't get to kill him myself."
That was the truth too.
Because I'll never forgive Alexander.
Never.
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