NovelEnglishChapter 310 Claire's vacant eyes slowly cinto focus, and the instant she recognized Brian, a look of undisguised disgust swept across her face.
"I can't even begin to tell you how much I hate you," she said coldly.
All the color drained from Brian's face. His lips trembled as he whispered, "Do you really hatethat much?" "Yes! I hate you! I wish you were dead!" Claire suddenly screamed, her voice raw with pain.
If it hadn't been for them, she would never have ended up like this-broken, ruined, barely a shadow of her former self.
Her heart felt as if it were being torn apart, left bleeding and exposed.
If she hadn't been sent to prison all those years ago, she would've gone to the best university-had a future, a real life.
Five years later, she should've graduated, landed a respectable job, and when she eventually met Mr. Foster, she wouldn't have felt so unworthy, so small.
She'd finally fallen for someone, but she didn't measure up. She could never hope for a happy ending, not with him.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHot tears spilled down Claire's cheeks, one after another.
Why was her life so bitter? Sometimes she wished she'd never met Mr. Foster at all-then at least she wouldn't be suffering this heartbreak, mourning something she could never have.
What did revenge even matter? Her life was still a mess, still beyond repair.
"Brian, don't show your face toagain. I truly can't stand you." Brian looked as if he'd been stabbed.
Those three words-I hate you-echoed in his mind like a curse, relentless and unyielding.
Suddenly, Brian lunged forward, wrapping Claire in a desperate embrace, as if he could fuse her into himself and undo everything.
"Claire, please don't treatlike this. Please," he pleaded. "I really love you. Hit me, scream at me, whatever you want-just giveone more chance." Claire pushed hard against him, but the more she struggled, the tighter he held her.
"You got your revenge yesterday, Claire. I've paid for what I did. Let's start over. I swear, I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to you. Please, believe me," he choked out, his voice thick with emotion, as if he could tear his heart out and hand it to her.
But Claire couldn't care less about his guilt.
It was too late. Sthings can't be undone. You can't piece together a shattered life.
Her voice was icy cold. "Brian, let go of me." "No, I won't," Brian insisted, clutching her as if holding on could somehow change everything. Claire's eyes flashed with scorn.
"I have something to show you. Let go of me," she said, fixing him with a level stare.
Brian hesitated, then slowly loosened his grip.
"What is it, Claire?" he asked, a flicker of hope crossing his face.
Without a word, Claire slapped a thick stack of medical reports against his chest.
Brian looked confused but started flipping through the papers, one by one.
As he read, his pupils widened, his breathing grew ragged, and his hands began to tremble violently.
"No. This isn't true. I don't believe it," he stammered, but the tears streaming down his face betrayed him.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHis legs gave out, and he collapsed to his knees at Claire's feet with a dull thud.
He wrapped his arms around her waist, sobbing so hard he couldm hard barely form words. "Claire, I'm so En.
sorry. I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..." Claire didn't look at She could even what he was saying.
But she didn't need to; she could guess-more apologies, more regret, more too little, too late. She stared blankly down the hospital corridor.
People passed by, casting curious, uneasy glances at the scene unfolding between her and Brian, but Claire no longer cared.
She was dying. What did any of it matter now? When Brian saw she wasn't reacting, he looked up at her and saw only emptiness, a lifelessness that nearly broke him.
Suddenly, he seized Claire's hand and pressed it to his own fage, fording her tohit to hit hind. "Claire, hit me. If it'll make you feel better, hitas hard as you want."
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