The Ex-Husband's Endless Regret
Our story started with a single, reckless night of sin while he was drugged.
But I didn't regret it.
After that night, I foolishly believed I had claimed his heart.
For six years, we were inseparable and became a couple that made the entire underworld envious.
However, everything was changed when I overheard him laughing with his capos outside the lounge.
"Vincent, when will you put a ring on Lyra’s finger?"
My footsteps froze. Then, his voice, still cold and utterly merciless, cut through the door.
"She’s nothing but a fuck buddy. How could I marry her?"
My heart hammered against my ribs, a sudden, violent warning. A suffocating, dead silence fell over the lounge.
"When I broke up with my ex, she asked me to try dating other women. If we still have feelings for each other after six years, we’d reunite. We have a deal." His tone was chillingly calm. "My trial is over. It’s time for her to come back."
"What about Lyra?" Another capo asked, sounding almost pitying.
"I’ll throw her a fake wedding." Vincent replied, a cruel smirk audible in his voice. "Let her have little fantasy. It’s the least I can do before I discard her."
A glacial chill seeped into my veins, making my fingertips tremble. Six years of affection…All those moments I thought were real were nothing but a twisted, calculated trial. Tears blurred my vision, but I refused to let them fall.
I resolutely turned on my heel and walked away into the shadows. By dawn, I booked a one-way flight to Switzerland.