Revenge of the Missing Wife Chapter 22

Revenge of the Missing Wife Chapter 22

“I’m sorry, Eleanor. I really do love you.”  

“Everything that happened with Ava-I can explain it. I was deceived by her. I misunderstood you. I’ve already punished her. Please… don’t be so cruel, okay?” 

“Give me one more chance. I swear I’ll never hurt you again. If I do, I’ll walk away with nothing! No-right now, I can transfer all my personal assets to you!” 

Landon pleaded in a low, desperate voice. 

He even picked up a sharp shard of broken porcelain and pressed it against his own throat. 

Then he grabbed my hand, forcing it against the shard-placing his life in my control. 

A near-mad smile stretched across his face, his eyes full of bitter anguish. 

“Eleanor… if you hate me, you can kill me right now.” 

“I just beg you-don’t reject me. I can’t live in a future without you.” 

“I can lose everything, but not you. Punish me however you want-I’ll accept it. You can sue me, send me to prison, hit me, curse me anything. Just don’t abandon me!” 

Listening to his rambling, I felt a chill crawl up my spine. 

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I yanked my hand back violently, not caring that the shard cut deeper into his neck. 

Then I slapped him again. 

“No. Not okay. Not at all!” 

“I don’t want to see you ever again!” 

“I hate you, Landon Blackwood!” 

“If you don’t want me to hate you forever, then get out of my world-right now!” 

I shot him a final glare. 

Without caring how badly he was hurt, I grabbed my parents and Carter and hurried out of the restaurant. 

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“Let’s go. I don’t want to stay in the same place as that lunatic.” 

On the way out, my parents and Carter kept trying to calm me down. 

Our figures grew more distant. 

In the private room, only Landon remained. 

Later, I heard that he clutched his bleeding neck and suddenly laughed-low and hollow. 

“Heh… Eleanor… why didn’t you go all the way?” 

“Wouldn’t it have been better to just kill me? Wouldn’t that settle everything?” 

“Why leave me alive…? You couldn’t bear to, right?” 

“I’ll take it as… you still can’t let me go.” 

Some lies, repeated often enough, almost start to sound true. 

But deep down, he knew I truly didn’t love him anymore. 

Not even a little. 

So what was he supposed to do? 

He still loved me. 

Endlessly. 

The bitterness in his chest stretched into an abyss. 

Blood loss made his vision blur. A cold numbness spread through his body. 

Just as he thought he might actually die there, a figure appeared and lifted him up. 

He forced his heavy eyelids open. 

It wasn’t me. 

Just a stranger-a bodyguard. 

Of course it wouldn’t be me. 

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I would never come back to save him. 

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That thought passed through his mind. 

The next second, his eyes closed completely, and he lost consciousness. 

When he woke again, he was no longer in the restaurant. 

He was locked in a pitch-black room. 

He couldn’t see anything. 

As he sat there, trying to gather his thoughts, a large image suddenly lit up on the wall in front of him. 

On the left-photos of him kissing Ava. 

On the right-photos of Carter kissing me, secretly taken not long ago. 

Side by side. 

Cruel. Ironic. 

Even as slow as he had been, Landon immediately recognized the work of Carter Thorne. 

But that was only the beginning. 

Every time a photo of him and Ava appeared-a matching photo of me and Carter followed. 

Same composition. 

Same scene. 

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Endless images. 

They burned into his eyes like heated iron, scorching his vision, searing his heart as if it were being fried in boiling oil. 

His eyes turned red with rage. 

He slammed his fist into the wall. 

“Stop! Make it stop!” 

But no matter how he shouted, the images continued.  

Relentless. 

One after another. 

As if silently asking him- 

“What right do you have to feel jealous?” 

“You did all of this to Eleanor before.” 

“So why can’t you accept it now that it’s happening to you?” 

“She suffered like this once.” 

“Now-it’s your turn to feel it.”