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Tears spilled from her eyes again.
How could he be so foolish
The wave of empathy that washed over her made it impossible for her to push him away. She remembered the doctor at the hospital saying the babies were fine, and since she was almost three months along. intimacy was safe. She chose to let him.
“Lily, I missed you so much…”
Hearing him say he missed her, Lily couldn’t help but wrap her arms around his neck, offering her lips to him.
“James, I missed you, too. Thank God I’m alive, and you’re here. Don’t do anything foolish again…”
The more she looked at the scar on his wrist, the more her heart ached.”
She was about to lift his hand to get a closer look, but he suddenly intensified his assault, and she was lost to his relentless advance.
His movements were impossibly rough. She felt like dough in his hands, as if he were trying to knead her apart.
After the first time, she was so exhausted she couldn’t move a muscle.
She could feel him still kissing her, his kisses growing rougher. She was worried he’d never stop. Thinking a shower might sober him up, she whimpered for him to carry her to the bathroom.
But showering with him did not sober him up.
He placed her on the vanity, murmured her name over and over, and proceeded to leave the bathroom in utter chaos.
James had a sweet, sweet dream.
In the dream, Lily had her arms hooked around his neck, kissing him passionately. He was insecure, lost in the dream, losing control for her again and again.
But dreams weren’t real.
No matter how intimately they were entwined, when he woke, he would still be alone.
As dawn broke, James slowly opened his eyes.
His stunning eyes, which had once sparkled when he looked at Lily, were now completely dead.
It was as if Lily had taken his soul with her when she left, leaving behind nothing but a decaying, walking corpse.
James slowly became aware that something was terribly wrong. The atmosphere in the room felt heavy, charged with an unfamiliar, intimate scent that made his stomach churn. Turning his head, he caught sight of torn fabric and delicate women’s undergarments scattered across the floor, a silent testament to the night’s events.
Could it truly be that last night wasn’t just a figment of his alcohol-fueled imagination?
He recalled the horrifying image of a lifeless body, devoured by a shark-Lily’s body. He had witnessed it with his own eyes. Lily was gone, never to return.
The woman beside him, however, was unmistakably not Lily.
The realization hit him with crushing force: he had been with another woman, someone who clearly had her own motives, while Lily’s memory was still fresh and raw. The shame was suffocating. He wished he could disappear, wished he could erase what had happened.
Suddenly, he felt the softness of a body pressed closely against his own. This was the woman he had kissed, touched, and held through the night. A wave of overwhelming self-loathing surged through him.
He had vowed to love only Lily, to remain faithful to her for his entire life. Who could have imagined that less than a month after her tragic death, he would be intimate with someone else? The thought was unbearable.
Feeling disgusted with himself, James reached for the blankets and, without a shred of warmth, pushed the woman away from the bed.
“Stay away from me! Don’t ever show your face here again! Get out!” he barked coldly.
Lily, who had been peacefully nestled in his arms moments before, was suddenly unceremoniously thrown onto the floor. The thick blankets cushioned her fall, sparing her any pain, but the shock left her startled and breathless.
Then came his harsh, emotionless voice, cutting through the silence like a blade.
“I’ll say it again: leave! I won’t take responsibility for you. If you dare to come back or try to bother me, there will be consequences.”
His icy rejection stung deeply. Lily felt an overwhelming sense of injustice.
When she had been Mergan’s prisoner, she had feared she would never see James again. Now, after finally being reunited, she was met with cold dismissal-especially after witnessing him with another pregnant woman. Naturally, her fury flared.
The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. With tears welling up, her voice cracked as she snapped, “You don’t have to throw me out! I’ll get dressed and leave on my own!”
James’s face froze in place. Time seemed to slow, the air thick with tension.
Lily was dead. How could he be hearing her voice?
Was he missing her so deeply that his mind was playing tricks on him? Or was he still trapped in some lingering dream?
In slow, deliberate motion, James raised his hand and pinched himself hard.
The sharp sting confirmed it-he wasn’t dreaming.
Then, Lily’s indignant voice pierced the room again. “And I don’t need you to ‘take responsibility’! I’ll marry someone else, and your children can call another man ‘Dad’!”
James’s eyes snapped wide open.
This wasn’t a dream. How was he hearing the voice of someone who was supposed to be gone?
Part of him desperately wanted to believe it was real-to pull her into a tight embrace and never let go.
But fear held him back.
He was terrified to face the inevitable disappointment, scared that this fragile hope would shatter into an even deeper despair.
Lily, roused from sleep and suddenly thrown out of bed, was furious. Yet when she saw James sitting frozen, his face etched with pain and disbelief, her anger softened, replaced by a familiar ache.
That ache kept her from storming off to the closet to get dressed. Instead, she puffed out her cheeks and gave him a playful kick.
“James, what’s wrong with you?” she demanded. “Last night you held me close, told me you missed me, said you never wanted to be apart. And now, this morning, you act like I’m a stranger! Did you really find someone else? James, you’re a heartless, two-timing bastard!”
The kick finally brought reality crashing down.
He turned his head slowly, painfully, and saw her wrapped in blankets, glaring at him with flushed cheeks.
Her eyes were red, clearly hurt and confused by his baffling rejection.
“Lily… is it really you?” he whispered.
Though he had pinched himself moments before, he was still terrified this was some cruel illusion-a fragile bubble that would burst the instant he reached out.
He pinched himself again, even harder.
The sharp pain lingered, and Lily remained standing there, eyes locked on him.
Convinced this was no dream, he was then gripped by a new fear: that she might be a ghost.
His hand trembled violently as he raised it, but he couldn’t bring himself to touch her.
He was afraid his fingers would pass right through her, that he wouldn’t feel her warmth.
“James, you threw me!” Lily’s voice was sharp with hurt and anger.
The more she spoke, the more upset she became. She stepped forward and shoved him indignantly.
“You’re an abuser! You don’t want to see me? Fine, I don’t want to see you! I’m not going to let my babies call an abuser ‘Dad’!”
“I…” James stammered, utterly lost.