NovelOnlineDexter froze for a moment. "Phoebe..." | stared at Dexter, tearing the letter into tiny pieces. "None of this matters anymore. Phoebe is dead.” The past doesn't matter anymore: All'l know is when | deliberately walked away just now, seeing Colin in such agony, my heart ached. It felt like it was being torn apart. "I need to get out of the car,” | told Dexter to stop.
But Dexter showed no intention of stopping "Stop the car!" | lost control of my emotions, trying to force open the car door.
Dexter signaled the driver to keep driving and pinned me to the seat with his hand. “Phoebe Caldwell! How long are you going to follow his madness? | know you hate me, | Know you want to punish me. Isn't it enough?" His face was filled with anger.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt| tried to push him away, but he let go of me with tears in his eyes, took off his jacket, and rolled up his sleeves to show me
the scars on his wrists. There were even more than the last time | saw them. Crisscrossed, they looked like self-harm, like torture "I'm punishing myself too..." Dexter's voice was hoarse, choked. "I don't know how to make you believe me. You tell me what do you want me to do for you to forgive me, Phoebe, just say it." Dexter hugged me tightly, desperately. His voice was hoarse and choked. "Even if you ask me to die, | can do it right now." "Dexter... She is already dead, so what's the point of doing this now? Why didn't you cherish her when she was alive?" | asked him. my voice rough. "God gave me another chance. | know you are her, Phoebe..." Dexter's voice trembled, begging for my forgiveness.
"Please, | beg you." He held me tight. pleading for my forgiveness.
"What do | need to do for you to forgive me?" He was begging.
"Then... die." My voice was hoarse, deep, filled with hatred
Then let him die.
Why did he treat me like that back then? Why! Dexter froze, holding my arm, then slowly let go. He slumped back into the seat, whispering. “Stop the car...” Dexter asked the driver to stop.
| didn't even glance at Dexter, wanting to get out of the car.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Even if he's-been lying to you, using yOu, hurting you, even if what he did to you isa hundred, a thousand times-worse than what | did, you'd still choose him, right?" Dexter asked softly.
In that moment, he looked so defeated, as if.he was about to break downsHe was trying so hard to find evidence that | didn't love i Colin. And he was trying so harthto find evidence hat Colin had hurt me. He-thought, as long as | knew the teath about the past, | woutd leave Colin and come back to him.
‘If he reallyhas been lying to me, ~~ using me;hurting me, I'l leave hinv. | won't keep any trash that hurt me," | said Soft y, pushing the car door open and getting out. Content belongs to
In my hand was the letter | had written to Colin, now torn to shreds. Passing by a trash can, | threw the letter inside. When Colin first denied it and asked if | believed him, | did.
But what made me angry was that he was protecting the real villain. He was shielding the person who truly hurt me. And for that, he took all the blame upon himself.
Taking a deep breath, | ran towards Colin's place. | guess, | still can't let him go. But I'm still scared, panicked.
‘What am | going to do if he's the one who hurt me, and even worse, killed me...
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