Guinevere was still in turmoil.
“What if I told you that I insist on having you here with me?”
Weston swept a cool glance at her and said, “No one can force me to do anything.”
He then turned around and walked out the door. “From now on,” he added, “you can stay here whenever
you like. You don‘t have to ask for my permission. The keys are near the entrance door. I will change the
ownership of this apartment and put it under your name.”
He then closed the door behind him and left.
It was a thick door, but the sound of Guinevere‘s piercing scream could still be heard outside.
Guinevere collapsed on the living room floor. She kneeled there and screamed her lungs out while
pulling on her hair. She had tried so hard for so long to be let into this apartment, yet now that she finally
had her wish, it turned out to be an empty, meaningless victory. It was as if fate was mocking her.
It was now about half past three in the morning, but Stella still couldn‘t fall asleep.
Every time she closed her eyes, vivid images of the same dreadful incident came flooding back –images
of the day when she fell from that building.
She tossed and turned, but all she could see was a pool of blood and mangled flesh that used to be her
baby. The sound of a baby crying for their mother rang in her ears. She wanted to answer the baby, but
she couldn‘t even open her mouth because a man was grabbing her throat with his large rough hand,
choking her as he whispered filthy words into her ear.
Weston was standing nearby. Stella cried and begged for his mercy, pleading for him to rescue her, but
he paid no mind to her. Instead, he pulled Guinevere into his arms and left her for dead, as if she meant
nothing to him at all.
In despair and utterly dejected, she jumped off the building...
“Aaah!” Stella screamed and sprung up in bed, awoken by the intense pain in the dream. Her heart was
pounding wildly.
The rain drummed on the glass window. There was no sign of it letting up. It was only getting heavier and
heavier, and the thunder and lightning came even more frequently now.
Suddenly, a flash of lightning illuminated the whole room. For a brief moment, it was as bright as day.
Stella noticed the man lying beside her.
She was still shaken up by the nightmare, and seeing his face clearly churned up all the violent emotions
inside her. They gradually built up and swelled till she reached a point where she felt like a string
stretched so taut that she might snap at any time.
Stella let out a heavy sigh. She stared at Weston, wondering when he had come back and how long he
had been lying in bed next to her. ‘Didn‘t he say he had to leave because of an urgent matter? Why did
he have to come back again?‘ she thought. “Weston...” Stella whispered softly. The man did not respond.
His hair was wet, as if he had come back from the rain outside and went to bed straight away without
drying it first. His arm was still around her waist, and his whole body was leaning against hers. Stella
shoved his arm away. Weston‘s brows knitted. His expressions soured, as if he wanted to just pull her
back into his arms. But he remained sound asleep.
Seeing that, Stella felt her swirling emotions simmer down. She gazed at this man‘s handsome sleeping
face. From his eyes, his nose, down to his chin, there was not a single feature on his face that was
flawed.
A vicious thought cropped up in her mind. It grew like a creeping vine around her heart and soon
overtook her whole being. With trembling hands, she reached for the pillow behind her. Her mind was
telling her to stop, but her hands would not listen. Slowly, she placed the pillow on Weston‘s face, then
she pressed it down...
Stella had no idea what she was thinking. She only felt all the pent up hatred pouring out of her through
her hands. As the rain poured down from the dark gloomy belly of the sky, the only thing occupying
Stella’s mind was the urge to see this despicable man die. She pressed the pillow down harder and
harder. She knew that if she did it long enough, this man who had brought so much pain and misery to
her would eventually stop breathing. Her mind was a blank void except for this single thought. She could
see him slowly suffocating under the pillow. His body was twitching and jerking, as if he was being
electrocuted...
Boom!
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