Your Regret, My Revenge

late at

nt, even the hallway light

dn't s

in my heart, but because

eukemia, the bone marrow send

entlessly biting at my bones, or

ehead slick with cold sweat,

reached for the call butt

ice, thr

ly, yet the corridor remained perfect

s probably swamped

orse. I didn't think I

nkillers. I

't wait

forced myself up, m

s hit me like a truck. I braced myself aga

ning to walk-one shaky step

tation. As long as I got

lpless patient, my mind fixated o

pporting myself against the wa

hallway was eerily empt

of the hall. Next to it

d because I had seen a nurse d

ody past the door of that priva

d. I assumed it was a groan of pain coming

e sound bec

woven with the husky, labored moans of a man, accompanied by the squeaking an

froze i

a VIP hospital room. How

n, the woman's voice spilled out, undisguised

aped in lazy satisfaction, yet

ait another day. Look at this place! Is it fit for anyone to stay? Why won't yo

s Cat

r my mouth to stop my

ough from sex, but still

l my cousin's territory. It's easier and more discreet for me to use any resources here. Whe

g husband in front of your sick wife?" Cathryn's

t woman's hand during the day, kissing her bald head, I fee

ncent chuc

... " He paused, "You think I want to touch her? Every time I see her bloodless face and smell the medicine on her, I want

of the bed rocking, accompanied by Cathryn's trium

Mmm... your wife isn't even dead yet, right next doo

for that." Vincent's voice was thick with desire. "Baby, enough about h

om

ercing, bone-deep pain with

umbness that seeped into my very marrow, and

e I lay critically ill, tormented by

with the mistress carrying his illegitimate chil

ne, but he also abused his power to turn what should have been a s

e ultimate

, my final vestige of humanity, and stampin

o tears. My face was utt

or that separated two worlds, quietly listening to the sickening, rhythm