Chapter 49
Ryan’s tears splattered on the floor beneath him. “I regret it,” he mumbled. His voice cracked, raw with sorrow. “I regret everything.”
Linda stared at him in disbelief.
This was the man who had stood beside her, plotted with her, promised to build their future together. But now, here he was, crumbling, confessing, betraying her without a second thought.
“You want answers?” Ryan’s voice broke through the tense air. His gaze dropped to the floor, as if speaking the words out loud was a punishment he deserved. “I’ll tell you anything. Arman… it was Arman. He was the one behind everything.”
Linda’s breath hitched, her disbelief turning to panic.
“Ryan, what are you doing?! You’re lying!” She struggled against the ropes that bound her, but there
was no escape. Her voice grew frantic. “You know Arman has nothing to do with this!”
But Ryan continued, ignoring her pleas. “Both of us were obsessed with Linda,” he muttered. “But Arman… he was the one pulling the strings.”
The door creaked open, and Arman entered, his face grim, his eyes cold as ice.
The room fell silent as the warrior escorts behind him forced him forward.
He cast a glance at Ryan, disgust curling his lips
into a sneer.
“I’ve promised to share Linda with you,” Arman growled. His voice was deep, rumbling like distant thunder. “Do you think you can control Starpack without my help, Ryan? Do you dare to betray me
out of envy?”
Ryan kept his head down, his body sagging as if the weight of his sins had finally crushed him.”
His voice was weak, barely audible. “Was it you who helped me?” he murmured bitterly. “It wasn’t
you… it was-”
Before Ryan could finish, Arman cut him off with a sharp laugh, cold and venomous.
“Yes, it was Sophia who helped you. But she’s dead now, isn’t she? And who was it that arranged her death? The man who contacted those bastards, who had her gang–raped to death? That was you, wasn’t it? You, Ryan.”
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Ryan’s body began to shake violently. His mind seemed to be unraveling, torn apart by the weight of
the truth.
“No, no!” he whimpered, his voice breaking. “I loved her! I loved Sophia! I didn’t mean for her to die, I just wanted to teach her a lesson… I loved her… I loved her!”
–
His words twisted Into a manic scream as he lurched toward the lifeless body on the ground – my
body.
His tears flowed freely now, staining his checks. “Please,” he sobbed. “I regret it! I regret it! Give her
back to me!”
Lirian didn’t flinch as he pressed the gun to Ryan’s forehead. His face was devoid of mercy.
The air was thick with tension, the flames flickering around them, reflecting the impending doom
that hung over the room.
Ryan’s broken voice echoed, “I regret it…”
I jolted awake, my chest heaving, my skin slick with cold sweat.
My body trembled as I stumbled out of bed, barely making it to the bathroom.
clung to the toilet, dry heaving until my stomach hurt.
But no matter how much I wanted to purge the memories, they clung to me like a vice, wrapping around my heart and suffocating my thoughts.
When the nausea subsided, I braced myself against the countertop, staring into the mirror.
My reflection was a shadow of what it used to be red, bloodshot eyes stared back at me, filled with nothing but hate. Hate for what had been done to me. Hate for what I had allowed to happen.
Regret…
In my last life, Ryan hadn’t realized he truly loved me until after I was already dead.
The thought made me sick. The idea that he could kill me and then say he loved me was the most
vile thing I could imagine.
Twisted
I touched my reflection, feeling the cold surface beneath my fingers.
“It’s okay,” I murmured to the hollow version of myself in the mirror. “You’ll have more regrets in This life. Regrets about being born. Regrets about meeting Linda. Regrets about treating me the way
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Estraightened, eyes narrowing as determination surged through me. “Wait and see,” I whispered.
It was the day of the school performance, and I could feel the nervous excitement building in the air.
I had woken up early, unable to sleep, and spent hours perfecting my makeup.
As I sat before the vanity, I carefully applied foundation to cover any trace of fatigue, followed by soft pink eyeshadow and blush.
My lips, painted in a delicate rose, seemed foreign, like they belonged to someone far more confident than I felt.
When I saw myself in the mirror, I was sure that my appearance at the upcoming college party would catch everyone’s eye.
