I Stopped Checking, Then Found His Affair Chapter 07

I Stopped Checking, Then Found His Affair Chapter 07

I entered the hospital room for God knows how many times.

Julian Vane gripped my hand.

His eyes were red, and his voice was muffled,

“Clara Sterling, I really know I was wrong. No matter how you want to punish me or make me pay the price,

anything is fine, as long as you survive.”

He paused, his voice softening,

“Dad and Mom wouldn’t want to see you like this. I beg you, even if it’s for revenge against me, for your own

sake, you must live.”

Amidst my blurred consciousness.

The past beauty in my memory intertwined with the final agony.

The young boy who once blushed and confessed his love in his youth.

The young man who promised me a lifetime of joy and to love me forever.

The husband who worked himself into exhaustion and illness just to give me a bright future.

During those days of love, he was always so solemn,

“Clara Sterling! I will definitely protect you! We will surely be very happy!”

He overlapped with the man who eventually shielded my best friend without hesitation and drove my parents

to their deaths.

I suddenly realized.

The 18-year-old Julian Vane in my memory and the 32-year-old Julian Vane now.

Were no longer the same person.

And for him, I only had a heart full of unavenged hatred.

Amidst the buzzing of the heart monitor, Julian Vane was almost weeping with joy,

“She opened her eyes! Doctor!”

As a group of doctors surrounded me and conducted detailed examinations.

Sienna Brooks stood outside the door, but hesitated to come in for a long time.

She had always been a coward.

She was like this as a child, and she hadn’t changed much as she grew up.

It was just that as a child, she had Clara Sterling to defend her without hesitation.

But now, she had personally pushed away the only friend who had treated her with sincerity.

In the days that followed.

We existed together in a heavy, stifling silence.

Even Julian Vane fantasized.

That perhaps Clara Sterling, upon waking and seeing his remorse, had softened her heart.

So he worked even harder to compensate me twofold.

Countless jewelry and jade pieces, real estate, and luxury cars.

Countless vibrant Juliet roses and pure Gabriel the Archangel roses.

Countless things I had once casually mentioned were brought before me for my choosing.

Items were piled high in the corner of the hospital room as if they cost nothing.

Underneath the fake warmth.

No one spoke first to tear open those agonizing memories.

Until Julian Vane sat by my bed, carefully peeling fruit with a knife.

I took the apple carved into the shape of a rabbit from his hand and suddenly let go.

The small and cute shape was no longer what it once was the moment it hit the floor.

Julian Vane’s face stiffened, but then he spoke again,

“It’s okay, I’ll just make another one. Isn’t this your favorite…”

I just looked at his panicked self and curled my lips,

“Damaged things cannot be restored, no matter how much you try to compensate.”

I casually fixed my gaze on his fingertips, which had begun to bleed as he inadvertently gripped the blade,

“Even if it’s replaced with something new, it’s no longer the original one.”

Julian Vane seemed to let out a breath and suddenly placed the knife in the palm of my hand.

Aiming it at his heart.

With red eyes, he said softly,

“A life for a life. I don’t beg for your forgiveness; I only want you to be happy.”

As he spoke, he forcefully pushed the knife into his flesh. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, but he never

let go.

I watched him coldly, but then he suddenly stopped.

In the next second, the knife was pulled out, falling to the floor with a clatter, stained with blood.

The smile on Julian Vane’s face hadn’t even spread before it froze at the sound of the door being pushed

open behind him,

“Mr. Vane, you are suspected of multiple criminal offenses. Please come with us.”

Julian Vane was speechless.

I looked at him calmly.

From the moment I woke up.

I had already prepared for my revenge against him.

The company he spent his heart and soul building, the reputation he painstakingly maintained, the ambitions

he failed to achieve…

I destroyed them all.

For a person like Julian Vane.

Making him live a wretched life under public condemnation.

Was more painful than letting him die an easy death.

When he stood up to leave, I thought he would question me hysterically.

But amidst the urgent warnings of the officers, he suddenly embraced me.

The strength was very, very light.

He only left one sentence in my ear.

“I’m sorry.”

Then he was handcuffed and led away.

But it failed to stir the slightest ripple in my heart.

The day I heard Julian Vane was imprisoned and Sienna Brooks’s suicide attempt failed to save her.

It was a bright and sunny day.

I bought a plane ticket for a long journey.

Intending to leave this city.

Maybe I would come back, maybe I wouldn’t.

But regardless, I had already let go.