Love's Last Dance in the Typhoon

I shook my head and replied firmly, “That’s not necessary. From now on, I don’t like anything from this brand anymore.”It reminded me of how I once thought I couldn’t live without Casey, believing I loved him too much to let go.Now, I realized that giving up was far easier than holding on.Casey assumed I was just being difficult by rejecting his gift. Ignoring my reluctance, he dragged me into the car, insisting we go out so he could buy me something.Outside, the wind howled fiercely.Inside the car, silence lingered. My gaze fell on a black, lacy bra lying on the car seat.Casey quickly put it away, stammering, “It’s not what you think. Helena’s just careless. She bought it and left it in my car.”I looked away, nodding. I muttered, “Alright.”Casey glanced at me, puzzled. “You’re not mad?”I met his eyes, calm and indifferent. “Didn’t you say she left it in your car? Why would I be mad?”The drive continued in silence, with Casey frequently casting glances my way.“Kel

Casey finally realized I wasn’t faking when he saw the blood staining my lower body. Without hesitation, he scooped me up and rushed me to the hospital.By the time I was wheeled into surgery, I was covered in blood.Helena, standing outside the operating room, looked at the worried Casey. She slapped her own cheek lightly, feigning remorse. “This is all my fault. I never imagined that one glass of wine could make Mrs. Lewis bleed like that.”Casey immediately took her hand, trying to comfort her. “Don’t blame yourself. I remember she could handle her liquor well. A single glass wouldn’t cause this. There must be some other reason.”Helena took the chance to lean against his shoulder, sniffling softly. “Could it be that she was just on her period and wanted to scare you?”Just then, the light above the operating room turned off.The doctor and nurses wheeled me out, and Casey rushed over.“How is she, Doctor?”The doctor pulled down his surgical mask, eyeing Casey critically.

From then on, I did everything I could to torment Casey. Using my miscarriage as an excuse, I made him clean and inspect my hospital ward’s hygiene every morning.I would wake him in the middle of the night to send him home, insisting he water my plants.Sometimes, I’d have him drive two hours just to buy a specific bag from a particular outlet that I “had to have”.After a month, dark circles appeared under his eyes, and he looked noticeably worn out.I didn’t forget to make Helena’s life difficult either.At my insistence, Casey fired Helena. I took to posting pictures of my designer bags and jewelry on Instagram, always adding sarcastic captions about how Helena just couldn’t seem to land a man.It hadn’t been easy for Helena to seduce Casey, and I knew she wouldn’t give him up easily. I didn’t want her to either.After forty-two days of helping me recuperate, it was clear Casey’s patience was wearing thin.Today, I dressed up elegantly and reserved a table at an upscale

It became the latest hot topic, trending overnight.By the next day, Casey’s company entrance was covered with covered with rotten eggs, thrown there by angry netizens. The words “Adulterous Pair” were scrawled in red paint across the doorway.When Casey arrived at work, someone threw rotten eggs at him.As the scandal gained traction, photos surfaced of me walking home in the typhoon, and details about how Casey had forced me to drink, leading to my miscarriage, were exposed.Netizens sensed a story that would bring in clicks, and many began gathering outside Casey’s company, live-streaming themselves as they hurled insults at Helena, calling her shameless. Some even managed to catch her outside the building, sharing videos of her being assaulted, which were gleefully received by the online audience.The stock of Casey’s company plummeted as investors pulled out, and employees started boycotting work due to constant harassment on their commutes. Within days, the once-busy office