Chapter 4
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"What do I want?"
I stand up, barefoot, stepping over the glass shards on the floor, walking step by step toward him.
I look down at him kneeling on the ground, as if looking at a lowly insect.
Then, I bend down and pick up the sharpest piece of glass near my foot, stained with my blood.
I gently press its sharp corner against my heart.
"Let's play a game."
My smile is so gentle it makes one's heart tremble.
"Now, go back to your perfect woman."
"Tell her that it was you who killed our child with your own hands."
"Tell her that the wounds on your arm, the pain in your fingers, are all because of the sins you committed against me."
"Tell her every detail."
Edward Lawrence's pupils suddenly contract.
Ask him to tell Jenny these things?
Let him expose his most pathetic, most ugly side to Jenny?
This would be more painful than killing him.
"In your dreams!" he growls through gritted teeth.
"Oh?"
The smile on my face deepens.
The piece of glass I hold against my chest slowly presses harder, breaking the skin.
A drop of bright red blood slides down the glass.
"Ah—!"
Edward Lawrence instantly lets out a shrill scream of agony, clutching his left chest where he feels a sharp, stabbing pain as if from a needle.
"You..." he stares at me in terror, sweating profusely.
"You are in no position to negotiate with me."
My voice is as soft as a devil's whisper, "Or, you can choose not to go."
I raise the glass shard in my hand and make a gesture toward my eye.
"However, I'm curious."
"If I were to gouge out my own eyes, would yours also follow suit and be plunged into eternal darkness?"
Edward Lawrence's entire body begins to shake violently. Looking at my face with its maniacal smile, he finally understands.
He isn't confronting a woman.
He's gazing into an abyss.
And the abyss is smiling back at him.
Edward Lawrence scrambles out of the villa, half-rolling, half-crawling.
Like a beaten dog, he drives his blood-stained Rolls-Royce toward Jenny Isaacs' luxury penthouse apartment in the city center.
