4 We Meet Again
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Over the past three years, Anna had never once asked where he was going.
Usually, Lucas volunteered the information himself.
This was the first time she had asked. For no clear reason, Lucas felt a flicker of panic.
Last night Curtis had a breakup fight with his girlfriend. We drank a lot together, and after we got drunk, I stayed over at his place. If you do not believe me, Curtis and the others can all vouch for me.
His sincere explanation only made Anna feel sick.
So the pure and innocent college boy she believed in was nothing more than part of a filthy group of friends.
As he spoke, he handed her his phone. I can call them right now.
No need. I did not sleep at all last night. I am exhausted. You should go.
Then do not be mad anymore.
Okay.
Oh right, I am having dinner with friends tonight. Do you want to come with me?
He knew Anna was always busy and rarely joined his gatherings. She usually turned him down.
Now, just the thought of his friends made her nauseous.
I am very tired. I am not going.
Then get some good rest. By the way, I have a gift for you in a few days.
…Okay.
Not long after, he left the house. Anna lifted the blanket and got out of bed.
This was her first time entering the guest bedroom.
Even though they had been together for three years, she always kept clear boundaries.
She had never checked his phone or gone through his belongings.
Perhaps he knew she respected boundaries. Some things were not even deliberately hidden.
Anna opened a drawer and found a property ownership certificate.
It was for the small house she rented. The owner name had already been changed to Lucas.
So this was the gift he had prepared for her.
Buying the house as compensation for sleeping with her?
Next to it was another phone.
What surprised her was that the lock screen wallpaper was a photo of her, and the password was even simpler. Her birthday.
You could not say this man did not love her. His private phone was filled with traces of her.
But you also could not say he loved her deeply.
When she opened the messages, aside from some New York rich kids, there were plenty of women.
I still think about that night on the yacht.
Lucas, when will you come see me again?
He had not replied to most of them. The most frequent messages came from a woman saved as Stell.
Anna tapped her profile picture. She looked somewhat similar to her.
Lucas, I miss you.
I am already in your city. After all this time, do you really not miss me at all?
Lucas, what your girlfriend cannot give you, I can.
Several photos followed, each more explicit than the last.
The final message was Lucas reply.
Ten tonight. Wait for me at the hotel.
Looking at the clear evidence of his cheating, Anna felt like she had fallen into an ice cellar.
The Lucas she thought was easy to control was actually indulgent and rotten in private.
At least she had not slept with him.
Wait.
Her back went cold as she thought of last night madness. Could that man also be…
Regret washed over her. She had been too impulsive. She needed to get checked.
Pulling herself together, Anna saved all the evidence.
No wonder Lucas went home every so often under the excuse of visiting family. Only now did she realize how colorful his life was once he returned.
Yachts, nightclubs, cars, private jets.
He was young and full of desire, but to be this depraved, while acting innocent in front of her, was disgusting.
That filthy bastard. Breaking up with him would be too merciful.
Anna decided to take her revenge properly.
He could have deceived anyone, but he chose the wrong woman.
She put the phone and the property certificate back and left.
Anna opened the contact labeled Grandpa. She deleted the message she had drafted about bringing her boyfriend home and typed instead.
The task is complete ahead of schedule. I will return next week.
She had originally planned to wait two more weeks, for him to finish graduation matters, and then return to New York together.
Now, there was no need.
Before leaving, she would prepare a grand gift for Lucas.
She called her assistant. Prepare a fake medical record for terminal stage cancer.
Anna, what are you planning to do?
Do not ask. Just do as I say.
Breaking up outright would only hurt him for a moment. She wanted him to suffer for a lifetime.
Since the day her mother died, she had learned that a woman tears were useless unless they became weapons.
Instead of drowning in heartbreak, she needed to find a better marriage candidate.
She quickly revived herself, cleaned up last night mess, tidied the room, and made herself a lavish dinner.
When night fell, her thoughts drifted back to last night encounter.
The more she thought about it, the more afraid she became of running into another man like Lucas.
She drove to the hospital.
At the same time, Lorenzo was having dinner with Lucas. They were discussing recent matters when the assistant hurried over and whispered something in his ear.
Lorenzo glanced at Lucas. I have something urgent to deal with.
Alright.
Lorenzo rushed to the hospital. Had he gone too far last night and hurt her?
When Anna arrived, only the on duty doctor was left. The female doctor spoke coolly.
Take off your pants. Lift one leg and lie down.
Suppressing her embarrassment, Anna complied. She had been untouched before. Even routine checkups had never been this detailed.
But she was afraid of infection and had no better option.
Seeing her stiff posture, the doctor pulled the curtain closed, put on gloves, and approached with a cotton swab.
Anna shut her eyes tightly, too nervous to look.
Before touching her, the doctor spoke.
Take it easy next time. There is tearing. I will apply some medicine. Be more careful in the future.
Anna face burned red. Thank you.
Before the doctor could continue, she received a call and hurried out.
Wait here. I need to check on a patient. I will be right back.
With that, she left Anna alone on the bed.
Not long after, Anna heard the door open.
She quickly closed her eyes.
Someone pulled the curtain aside. She spoke softly.
It hurts a lot right now. Please apply the medicine for me.
The cool ointment touched the wound, cold and sharp.
Anna shuddered, her brows knitting as a soft sound escaped her.
The movements immediately slowed. Holding back a sound, she asked.
Is the tearing serious? And is there anything abnormal? I am afraid of infection.
A familiar male voice suddenly sounded by her ear.
Do not worry. I am healthy. I do not have any diseases.
Anna eyes flew open.
The man holding the cotton swab, dressed in a suit, looked strangely familiar.
Her voice trembled.
It is you…
He looked down at her, a meaningful smile at the corner of his lips.
We meet again.
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