Boyfriend Fakes Amnesia and Betrays Me, I Faked Death and Ran Away Chapter 09

Boyfriend Fakes Amnesia and Betrays Me, I Faked Death and Ran Away Chapter 09

When Benjamin learned the truth, he went pale. He couldn’t believe what he had done to the woman

he loved.

“So… that night at the club, Emily really was almost…”

“What have I done…” Benjamin muttered to himself.

He remembered pushing Emily into the bathroom, convinced she was faking it, and leaving her n

the burning car to save Jessica.

He remembered watching her die.

The pain in his chest was unbearable. Benjamin grabbed a knife from the table and stabbed it into

his own thigh. Blood poured down his leg.

“Sir!” the assistant cried out in shock, trying to stop the bleeding, but Benjamin pushed him away.

“Bring Jessica to me,” he said, his voice hoarse.

He was going to make everyone pay for hurting Emily, including himself.

When Jessica was dragged in, she looked almost happy. She thought Benjamin had missed her.

“Ben! You came for me! I knew you didn’t mean it when you said to leave!”

She pulled off her shirt and draped herself over him, wrapping her arms around his neck.

Benjamin didn’t react. He just looked at her. The guards understood and forced Jessica down to the

floor.

“What are you doing? How dare you treat me like this?” Jessica screamed.

Benjamin gestured slightly. One of the guards stepped forward and slapped her hard across the face.

Her cheek was red and swollen, and the pain cleared her head a little. That was when she noticed Benjamin was in a wheelchair.

“Ben,

what… what happened? Your leg…” Jessica stared at him, confused and scared.

“I did it myself.” Benjamin’s face was blank as he raised his hand.

One by one, bloody, beaten men were dragged in and thrown to the floor next to Jessica

“You know these people, right?”

The smell of blood was sharp, and Jessica trembled with fear as she recognized them the club manager, the male entertainers, the bodyguard she had paid off.

“Ben, what are you talking about? I don’t know them…” she tried to laugh.

“Deny it all you want. They’ve already talked.” Benjamin’s voice was quiet, calm, but it held a terrifying coldness. “You like being with men so much, Jessica? Then I’ll make sure you get plenty,”

He glanced at his assistant, who waved his hand.

A moment later, a group of homeless men shuffled in, dirty and ragged, their eyes fixed on Jessica with greedy hunger.

“Do whatever you want with her. You each get ten thousand dollars.”