Infidelity: His Regret, My Revenge – A Twisted Love Story You Can't Ignore

Chapter 6
I sat in the treatment room. The door was suddenly flung open and a tall man entered menacingly as if he were about to kill,
startling the doctor.
I glanced at the doctor.“It’s okay, he’s my... boss.” The word “husband” almost blurts out.
Julian seemed to have something stuck in his throat and walked to the doctor, asking, “Is it serious?”
“Don’t worry. It’s not a big deal.” The doctor, unconcerned about our relationship, took care of my wound and prescribed external
medication.
I thanked him and got up to leave. Julian paid the bills and took the medicine, following me like a dutiful husband. I was too tired
to say anything.
Leaving the hospital, I tried to get an Uber, but Julian grabbed my phone, put his arm around my shoulder, forcibly took me to the
parking lot. Then, he shoved me into his car and got into the driver’s seat himself. The door slammed shut, and the sound of the
outside world was cut off.
The atmosphere was subdued.

“Is this your latest twisted game to punish me? Playing chicken with the reaper now?” He turned to look at me, annoyed.
I froze for a moment, looked at his sullen face, and burst out laughing. The anchor in my chest dissolved into sunburst laughter
when his joke landed. He cheated on me, and I was punishing him at the cost of my life?
How could someone be so narcissistic?
“Relax. I’m not that silly. Give me my phone back.” I reached for my phone.
Julian pulled his hand away from mine.“Okay, I lied today-” His voice cracked like a stepped on twig,“–but was it cool to make her
cry like that? She’s just a spoiled kid who shoots her mouth off without thinking. Why take her tantrums so seriously?”
I listened to his bullshit excuses, to the way he described that girl, to the unconscious tenderness dripping from his
voice...

Julian, you should see how ugly your shifting loyalties look right now.
When I finally spoke, my voice sounded like dead leaves scraping pavement.“I’ll stop bothering her. Do whatever you want. Just
keep your precious baby from flaunting herself in my face.”
“She’s like a little sister, not what you’re imagining.” His brows knitted like tangled headphones.
“Right, little sister,” I said, resisting the urge to expose him.“My mistake. Congrats on your new sibling then.”
The car engine growled to life. I curled tighter into the smoke–gray tailored jacket, its sandalwood warmth mocking my chattering

bones. His eyes suddenly laser–focused on the foreign garment.
“Whose jacket?”
“My big Brother’s.” I stared at rain–streaked windows. “The new one I adopted.”
Julian’s face darkened. What happened next unfolded like bad reality TV–him ripping the jacket off me like it carried plague,
hurling it into the storm.
Damn it, I need to return that!
I was so angry that I got out of the car to pick it up, but Julian pulled me back, leaned over and kissed me on the lips. I clenched
my jaw, he gripped my chin like a vise, forcing entry.
“Stop weaponizing other men to punish me,” he panted against my swollen lips.“This is how people get killed.”
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I was speechless. The point was, I would never be able to return the jacket,
Thanks to this “wonderful” weekend, I had a fever at night, Julian stayed at home, cooking porridge and footing or medicine,
which gave me an illusion that he still loved me,
At midnight, I felt dizzy and uncomfortable.

“Buzz...” rang the phone on the bedside table, Julian and I looked at it at the same time. It was 12:35 AM. The matte s the
screen was “Sweetheart“.
Wasn’t it intimate?
The vibrating sound of his mobile phone was especially harsh in the silent night, as if it vibrated on my nerves.