Chapter 1
484 Words
Inside the store, Cedric stood up with his arm still around Gina's waist and headed toward the entrance.
I quickly stepd aside and hid behind a marble pillar.
"Slow down..." Gina whined playfully as Cedric pinned her against the wall near the door.
He lowered his head and brushed his lips against her neck.
"Stop it, somebody might see us..."
"Who cares? I brought you to a shop in another city on purpose. Nobody here knows us."
Gina looked at him with fake sadness in her eyes. "In half a month, you're marrying Lynna."
Her fingers slowly traced circles on his chest as she pouted. "I know you've been with her for eight years, so I get it. But these last two weeks, you better spend them with me."
Cedric kissed the top of her head gently. "Don't worry. Even after I marry Lynna, I'll still treat you the same. I won't let you suffer for a second."
He smirked coldly. "After three years, her attitude's basically gone now. Back then she acted so arrogant, like she was too good for everybody. Look at her now, taking care of a patient without a word."
Gina burst into laughter. "You're right about that."
Then Cedric pulled her closer and kissed her like nobody else existed.
I stood behind the display shelf, my nails digging deep into my palms.
So they'd been screwing around behind my back for a long time already.
And the worst part was, I had no idea when it even started.
My chest tightened painfully, the ache spreading little by little until I could barely breathe.
But I didn't rush out to confront them. I didn't cry either.
Because I knew I needed more evidence. Enough to make both of them pay.
After getting into my car, I pulled the pearl ring out of my bag and stared at it for a long time. It was the only thing my mother left me.
I came all the way to another city to pawn it because I was afraid my father would find out if I sold it back home in the East City. I didn't want my family knowing how miserable my life had become.
Funny enough, that ring ended up saving me today.
I carefully placed it back into my bag and zipped it shut.
Right then, my phone rang. It was the specialist I had spent weeks trying to contact for Cedric.
To get this appointment, I had worked overnight shifts at a bar for three straight nights.
"Ms. Clark, Professor White finally has an opening. We've scheduled the surgery for next week."
I answered calmly, "Thank you, but I don't need it anymore. Give the opportunity to someone who really needs it."
Then I hung up.
A slow smile spread across my lips.
Cedric, Gina. Everything you owe me, I'll make sure you pay back a thousand times over.
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