My path of revenge

chapter 4

I took a deep breath and, after much contemplation, dialed Walter's number on my phone.

Walter's voice, laced with sorrow, came through the line, "Joyce, are you really... going to do this?"

"Walter, I have no other choice. I can't bear it anymore," I replied.

Walter sighed deeply and agreed. After expressing my gratitude, I hung up the phone.

Memories of my time with Derek flashed before my eyes, along with the hurts he had inflicted upon me. With each recollection, it was as if I was reliving the pain. Did I hate him? I had comforted myself for a long time, forgiving Derek, but now, I would not. After all that had happened, it was clear that Derek didn't care about me. But I never expected him to humiliate and trample on my self-confidence and self-esteem for Celia's sake, over and over again.

Now, all I felt for Derek was immense hatred. I wished for him and Celia to be punished immediately, to taste the pain I had experienced.

Derek, you abandoned me first, you hurt me again and again. After five years, you have finally exhausted my love for you!

Derek, now you will properly receive my revenge!

I lay back on the bed, and when Walter knocked on the door, I slowly got up to open it.

I took the box from Walter, opened it, and picked up what was inside, preparing to consume it.

But Walter stopped my hand, looking at me with concern, "Joyce, are you determined to do this? There are side effects..."

Before he could finish, I interrupted him, "I have thought it through."

Then I consumed the contents.

"Walter, it's up to you now."

Hearing my resolute words, the worry in Walter's eyes dissipated, replaced by the same determination I felt.

"Alright."

I took out my phone and sent a message to Celia, "I'm dying, let's talk!"

As expected, Celia agreed.

When Celia was about to arrive at my place, I also sent a message to Derek.

"I'm dying, won't you come to see me one last time? By the way, Celia is here too. Aren't you afraid of what I might do to her?"

Derek replied instantly, how ironic. He never responded to my messages that quickly before, only when it involved Celia did he show such concern.

But it didn't matter; they would soon be together as they wished.

A calculating smile played on my lips.

Celia walked to my bedside and began with a taunt, "Joyce, I told you, you can't defeat me. Just go to hell peacefully!"

Celia laughed triumphantly.

I looked at Celia indifferently, "Celia, do you really think you've won against me? Even if I die, you still won't get the position of Derek's wife. Let me tell you a secret! Derek doesn't love you at all. If he really loved you, how could he have married me the moment you abandoned him? Why wouldn't he wait for you?"

The smug smile on Celia's face disappeared, replaced by anger, "You're lying, just because you can't get Derek's love, you slander my relationship with Derek."

"Celia, whether I'm lying or not, you should be very clear in your heart, right? Who have you been with these years while abroad, do you think Derek doesn't know? But why does he still defend you? Because you still have value to exploit, Derek has always been a selfish person."

Celia seemed to be hit by my words, suddenly going berserk.

She strode to my bedside, raised her hand, and slapped my face, then, not satisfied, grabbed my hair and pulled it roughly.

Did it hurt? Definitely, but I couldn't fight back; Derek hadn't arrived yet, and I didn't have the strength to resist Celia's madness.

Celia was still raging, and I closed my eyes, praying for Derek to come quickly, or I wouldn't be able to hold on.

"What are you doing?"

The familiar voice echoed in the room, and Celia paused.

Finally, she turned and pathetically cooed to Derek, but this time, Derek ignored her.

Celia instantly felt panicked, something was wrong, and she tried to pull Derek to leave quickly, but Derek didn't budge.

I weakly said to Derek, "You see that, right? This is your first love; she hit me pretty hard. You should check if her hand is hurt."

Derek ignored my sarcasm and frowned, suppressing his anger as he said to Celia, "I didn't expect you to have this side!"

Celia, with red eyes, begged Derek for forgiveness, "Derek, it's not my fault, she provoked me first, it was her."

Celia pointed at me, and at that moment, blood slowly flowed from my nose, my face bore clear palm prints, my hair was a mess, and my breath was weak, shocking both of them.

A flicker of heartache and regret flashed through Derek's eyes.