When He Chose Her Over Justice, I Chose Revenge Over Love - Chapter 74: Chapter 74
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Xavier had imprisoned me.
Using my phone, he texted my advisor that I'd gone on vacation.
His timing was perfect.
He'd only kidnapped me after the interviews ended.
That way, fewer people would come looking for me.
Turns out he'd spent those missing days planning how to trap me.
He was a complete psychopath.
In the video, Isla was tied up somewhere, her hair disheveled.
Xavier said he'd prepared a surprise for me.
All the lies she'd used to slander my father were now happening to her, one by one.
The girl's piercing screams echoed from the phone.
I watched expressionlessly until the end.
"Forgive me now?"
I slapped the phone away.
He forced it back into my hands:
"You can always call the cops."
Xavier was actually sick—literally sick—the kind who'd do anything to get what he wanted.
I'd figured it out our first year together.
Freshman year, some guy locked me in the lab and tried to assault me.
Xavier showed up with a baseball bat and beat him half to death.
That's when I started dating him.
He said a lot to me, yet I couldn't hear a single word.
But because of what happened three years ago, Xavier didn't dare touch me.
"Get lost."
He forcibly kept me by his side.
Thinking time could heal all wounds.
But every second with him made me sick.
I ran away so many times.
The worst time, I jumped from the second floor and broke bones.
He said nothing, just grabbed my ankle and dragged me toward him, then dense kisses rained down.
I cried and kicked at him:
"Xavier Hartwell, get off!"
"You hate me?"
"Yes! I hate you so much!"
Looking at the scars on my hands from the cleaner allergy that still hadn't faded, he said softly:
"Did it hurt a lot?"
"Xavier Hartwell, you're disgusting. Your love is disgusting, your regret is disgusting."
"Everything about you makes me sick."
Seeing the real revulsion in my eyes, he suddenly grabbed my hand and picked up a fruit knife from the table, then stabbed it into his abdomen.
Blood quickly stained his clothes and the sheets.
I freaked out and immediately dropped the knife.
My hands were shaking uncontrollably.
But he acted like nothing happened:
"Satisfied now?"
"Marry me."
I tried to push him away, but he held me tighter:
"One stab's not enough? Let's do it a few more times?"
This psycho.
"I'll spend my whole life making amends."
I closed my eyes and agreed.
He grabbed tissues from the nightstand, carefully wiping the blood off my fingers:
"Good. Get some sleep, and when you wake up, we'll get married."
He personally oversaw every detail of the wedding, making sure nothing went wrong.
A handwoven pearl-white carpet that seemed endless.
Flower walls with tens of thousands of Ecuadorian preserved roses.
A venue big enough for thousands of people.
Even designated spots for media photography.
The whole thing was even more elaborate than Isla's engagement party.
In the mirror, the woman's delicate face showed no emotion, like a numb puppet.
"Ms. Sterling, we're ready to go!"
Xavier stood at the end of the carpet. Seeing me slowly approach, his fingers curled slightly at his sides.
He was rarely nervous.
"Bride, do you take him?" Seeing me space out, the officiant repeated the question.
Xavier thought I was doing it on purpose to embarrass him.
But he was willing to wait.
The backstage crew smartly turned up the microphone volume.
I didn't make him wait long, parting my lips:
"I do…"
Everyone was focused on this grand wedding, so nobody noticed missing Isla had slipped in.
Her eyes were full of exhaustion and emptiness, but also carried a few hints of twisted hatred.
When she rushed over, Xavier shoved me out of the way.
But Isla wanted to kill him.
The sharp blade pierced his abdomen, blood gushing out.
Seeing my slowly curving smile, he touched my face, lowering his eyes to wipe away the blood splattered on my cheek.
"There, all clean now."
During my days back home, I'd gone to find Isla.
Heard she was living in some rundown alley now.
In the pitch-black rental room, the girl was disheveled and dirty.
Her voice hoarse:
"Ivy, seeing me like this—you must be thrilled, right?"
I leaned close to her ear:
"Think about it—is it really because of me that you ended up like this?"
Isla's lifeless eyes shifted.
I knew she understood.
Using my phone, he texted my advisor that I'd gone on vacation.
His timing was perfect.
He'd only kidnapped me after the interviews ended.
That way, fewer people would come looking for me.
Turns out he'd spent those missing days planning how to trap me.
He was a complete psychopath.
In the video, Isla was tied up somewhere, her hair disheveled.
Xavier said he'd prepared a surprise for me.
All the lies she'd used to slander my father were now happening to her, one by one.
The girl's piercing screams echoed from the phone.
I watched expressionlessly until the end.
"Forgive me now?"
I slapped the phone away.
He forced it back into my hands:
"You can always call the cops."
Xavier was actually sick—literally sick—the kind who'd do anything to get what he wanted.
I'd figured it out our first year together.
Freshman year, some guy locked me in the lab and tried to assault me.
Xavier showed up with a baseball bat and beat him half to death.
That's when I started dating him.
He said a lot to me, yet I couldn't hear a single word.
But because of what happened three years ago, Xavier didn't dare touch me.
"Get lost."
He forcibly kept me by his side.
Thinking time could heal all wounds.
But every second with him made me sick.
I ran away so many times.
The worst time, I jumped from the second floor and broke bones.
He said nothing, just grabbed my ankle and dragged me toward him, then dense kisses rained down.
I cried and kicked at him:
"Xavier Hartwell, get off!"
"You hate me?"
"Yes! I hate you so much!"
Looking at the scars on my hands from the cleaner allergy that still hadn't faded, he said softly:
"Did it hurt a lot?"
"Xavier Hartwell, you're disgusting. Your love is disgusting, your regret is disgusting."
"Everything about you makes me sick."
Seeing the real revulsion in my eyes, he suddenly grabbed my hand and picked up a fruit knife from the table, then stabbed it into his abdomen.
Blood quickly stained his clothes and the sheets.
I freaked out and immediately dropped the knife.
My hands were shaking uncontrollably.
But he acted like nothing happened:
"Satisfied now?"
"Marry me."
I tried to push him away, but he held me tighter:
"One stab's not enough? Let's do it a few more times?"
This psycho.
"I'll spend my whole life making amends."
I closed my eyes and agreed.
He grabbed tissues from the nightstand, carefully wiping the blood off my fingers:
"Good. Get some sleep, and when you wake up, we'll get married."
He personally oversaw every detail of the wedding, making sure nothing went wrong.
A handwoven pearl-white carpet that seemed endless.
Flower walls with tens of thousands of Ecuadorian preserved roses.
A venue big enough for thousands of people.
Even designated spots for media photography.
The whole thing was even more elaborate than Isla's engagement party.
In the mirror, the woman's delicate face showed no emotion, like a numb puppet.
"Ms. Sterling, we're ready to go!"
Xavier stood at the end of the carpet. Seeing me slowly approach, his fingers curled slightly at his sides.
He was rarely nervous.
"Bride, do you take him?" Seeing me space out, the officiant repeated the question.
Xavier thought I was doing it on purpose to embarrass him.
But he was willing to wait.
The backstage crew smartly turned up the microphone volume.
I didn't make him wait long, parting my lips:
"I do…"
Everyone was focused on this grand wedding, so nobody noticed missing Isla had slipped in.
Her eyes were full of exhaustion and emptiness, but also carried a few hints of twisted hatred.
When she rushed over, Xavier shoved me out of the way.
But Isla wanted to kill him.
The sharp blade pierced his abdomen, blood gushing out.
Seeing my slowly curving smile, he touched my face, lowering his eyes to wipe away the blood splattered on my cheek.
"There, all clean now."
During my days back home, I'd gone to find Isla.
Heard she was living in some rundown alley now.
In the pitch-black rental room, the girl was disheveled and dirty.
Her voice hoarse:
"Ivy, seeing me like this—you must be thrilled, right?"
I leaned close to her ear:
"Think about it—is it really because of me that you ended up like this?"
Isla's lifeless eyes shifted.
I knew she understood.
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