Six Years Love in Hell— Put Me in Jail but Put a Ring on Her - Chapter 11: Chapter 11
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"One last time, Sierra, Are you coming back with me or not?"
My brow furrowed, and I was about to speak when Savannah came running over breathlessly and threw her arms around him.
"Landon, this bitch isn't worth your love! You still have me! Let's go back, okay!"
She desperately pulled at his hand.
But the next second, Landon violently broke free and slapped her hard across the face.
His face was livid: "Get out! Don't ever show your face around me again! I know everything you did!"
Savannah covered her face, eyes full of humiliation, biting her lip as she stared at him.
Suddenly, she stopped pleading with Landon and instead lunged at me aggressively.
"Slutty bitch, seducing someone else's boyfriend."
But before her hand could reach my face, two pairs of hands grabbed her simultaneously.
Landon was rougher, directly shoving her to the ground.
His cheeks trembled with rage.
"Savannah, I’ve already made it clear—don’t come looking for me again. As long as you don’t blow it all on nonsense, the money I gave you is more than enough to last you a lifetime!"
But Savannah couldn't hear a word of it. That money was nothing compared to what Landon had—just a drop in the bucket.
Her appetite had grown too big. She could never go back.
So she still desperately hoped to win him back, even if there was just a sliver of hope.
"I don't want money. I only want you! Landon, she doesn't love you anymore. Can't you see? When a woman doesn't love you, that's when she looks at you with disgust!"
"Shut up!"
Landon roared at her furiously, his heart pounding like a hammer was chiseling away at it.
He was so frantic because deep down he knew Savannah was right.
Sierra didn't love him anymore, but he didn't want to admit it.
When he frantically came to his senses and looked up, Julian and I were already gone.
Unwilling to give up, he chased after us, but after running for a while, he could only stare blankly at the car's exhaust fumes.
After that day, Landon began constantly sending me gifts.
I accepted them all but never responded.
After all, this was what he owed me.
Savannah was jealous and repeatedly came to cause trouble for me. I had security throw her out directly.
Landon canceled her cards, took back the house she was living in, and even reclaimed all the expensive jewelry he'd given her before.
In just a few days, Savannah's quality of life plummeted from heaven to hell.
She started drinking heavily again, speeding through the streets at night.
She was both self-destructive and still hoping that Landon would soften his heart again.
But If you play with fire, you're gonna get burned.
On an ordinary early morning, accompanied by a thunderous crash, a BMW slammed straight into a roadside boulder.
Savannah was lucky—she didn't die.
But unfortunately, her condition was worse than death.
She couldn't move anything below her neck. When she woke up, she was filled with despair.
Her sharp, agonized wails could be heard throughout the entire hospital.
But what could be done? From then on, she would never stand again.
When I heard about it, I felt somewhat satisfied, yet also somewhat bored.
I quickly turned my attention to work, picking up my old drawing papers.
I threw myself back into my art with renewed focus. Life must move forward, and I wouldn't waste any more energy on people who weren't worth it.
My brow furrowed, and I was about to speak when Savannah came running over breathlessly and threw her arms around him.
"Landon, this bitch isn't worth your love! You still have me! Let's go back, okay!"
She desperately pulled at his hand.
But the next second, Landon violently broke free and slapped her hard across the face.
His face was livid: "Get out! Don't ever show your face around me again! I know everything you did!"
Savannah covered her face, eyes full of humiliation, biting her lip as she stared at him.
Suddenly, she stopped pleading with Landon and instead lunged at me aggressively.
"Slutty bitch, seducing someone else's boyfriend."
But before her hand could reach my face, two pairs of hands grabbed her simultaneously.
Landon was rougher, directly shoving her to the ground.
His cheeks trembled with rage.
"Savannah, I’ve already made it clear—don’t come looking for me again. As long as you don’t blow it all on nonsense, the money I gave you is more than enough to last you a lifetime!"
But Savannah couldn't hear a word of it. That money was nothing compared to what Landon had—just a drop in the bucket.
Her appetite had grown too big. She could never go back.
So she still desperately hoped to win him back, even if there was just a sliver of hope.
"I don't want money. I only want you! Landon, she doesn't love you anymore. Can't you see? When a woman doesn't love you, that's when she looks at you with disgust!"
"Shut up!"
Landon roared at her furiously, his heart pounding like a hammer was chiseling away at it.
He was so frantic because deep down he knew Savannah was right.
Sierra didn't love him anymore, but he didn't want to admit it.
When he frantically came to his senses and looked up, Julian and I were already gone.
Unwilling to give up, he chased after us, but after running for a while, he could only stare blankly at the car's exhaust fumes.
After that day, Landon began constantly sending me gifts.
I accepted them all but never responded.
After all, this was what he owed me.
Savannah was jealous and repeatedly came to cause trouble for me. I had security throw her out directly.
Landon canceled her cards, took back the house she was living in, and even reclaimed all the expensive jewelry he'd given her before.
In just a few days, Savannah's quality of life plummeted from heaven to hell.
She started drinking heavily again, speeding through the streets at night.
She was both self-destructive and still hoping that Landon would soften his heart again.
But If you play with fire, you're gonna get burned.
On an ordinary early morning, accompanied by a thunderous crash, a BMW slammed straight into a roadside boulder.
Savannah was lucky—she didn't die.
But unfortunately, her condition was worse than death.
She couldn't move anything below her neck. When she woke up, she was filled with despair.
Her sharp, agonized wails could be heard throughout the entire hospital.
But what could be done? From then on, she would never stand again.
When I heard about it, I felt somewhat satisfied, yet also somewhat bored.
I quickly turned my attention to work, picking up my old drawing papers.
I threw myself back into my art with renewed focus. Life must move forward, and I wouldn't waste any more energy on people who weren't worth it.
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