Pregnant & Used, Until I Destroyed Him - Chapter 7: Chapter 7

I spoke each word slowly and deliberately, twisting the knife deeper with every syllable. "Remember how you stayed by her bedside for three straight days and nights?"
Finally, I saw pain flash across his face, but the satisfaction I'd expected never came. I just felt hollow, exhausted, desperate to put as much distance between us as possible.
Julian's face went deathly pale as he collapsed to his knees before me. "Scarlett, I'm begging you," his voice cracked. "Just one more chance. I'll do better, I'll make it all up to you. We'll have the wedding you deserve, start fresh, maybe even..." His breath hitched. "We could try for another baby. Isn't that what you want?"
Those deep brown eyes, the ones that used to melt my resolve, now glistened with unshed tears. But instead of softening my heart, the sight turned my stomach.
As he leaned forward in supplication, I felt nothing but revulsion.
"Julian, we're done. Truthfully? We should've ended this years ago, every single time you chose her feelings over mine." I turned on my heel and walked away without a backward glance.
Days later, a message popped up from a friend in Jorway: "Have you seen that viral video?"
Before I could respond, my phone buzzed with the forwarded clip. There they were, Julian and Anne, caught in some dim stairwell. After a brief exchange, Julian's expression darkened. Then, with terrifying suddenness, his hands closed around Anne's throat.
Tears streamed down her face, dripping onto his fingers, the same fingers that used to treat her like porcelain. Now they belonged to a madman.
He only released his grip when Anne started gagging, her eyes rolling back. But before she could recover, Julian grabbed her arm and slammed her against the concrete wall. Blood smeared across her forehead as she scrambled away, only for him to drag her back.
Their struggle sent Anne tumbling down the stairs.
That's when their so-called friends finally intervened, though most owed Julian money, so they just scooped up Anne's unconscious body rather than confront him.
I felt no pity. Just a cold, mirthless laugh bubbling up. The woman he'd once treasured above all else, reduced to this. They'd made their bed.
Those same "friends" had shielded Anne for years, enabling her malicious games. How many times had they ganged up on me in my own home? Julian would sit there silently as they tore me apart, sometimes even joining in, always quick to make me apologize whenever Anne's crocodile tears started flowing.
Julian never got his final confrontation with me. The police picked him up before he could try.
As for Anne? The fall shattered her leg beyond repair, she'd never walk normally again. Naturally, she wasn't about to let this go.
Gone was the sweet, innocent facade. Camera lights reflected off her twisted expression as she told reporters, "I want him to rot in prison!"
Too bad she couldn't afford a lawsuit. Julian had always footed her medical bills before.
The internet exploded overnight. Some anonymous insider spilled everything, how Julian, despite being married, kept protecting his manipulative childhood friend. Now the whole world knew exactly who he was.