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When Love Kills: A Calculated Revenge

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 439    |    Released on: 26/06/2025

he empty apartment we were supposed to share, the one filled wit

n torture. Nicole and Ryan were in Aspen. A trip I had

inking champagne glasses in a hot tub, the snow-covered mountains in the background. He

te messages fr

"This is what real passion looks like. Than

his arms: "She never looked t

e. Andrew, my best friend, came over. He saw

ched. "I'll fly to Aspen and break his other leg.

said, my voice hollow

d my career for a woman who threw me away like trash. He

live-streamed news segment from some cha

silver dress, took t

You know the man beside me, Ryan Clark, is fighting a brave battle. And I'

etting down on one k

holding up a diamond r

away a tear. "Yes," he choke

ause. The camera zoomed i

devotion, the steady support-it meant nothing. She didn't want a partner. She

idn't want

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When Love Kills: A Calculated Revenge
“I stood at the altar, ready to marry Nicole, the woman I' d given up everything for-my pro-gaming career, my entire life savings, all poured into her dreams. The priest' s words hung in the air, echoing across the Napa Valley vineyard: "Do you, Ethan Lester, take Nicole Anderson...?" Suddenly, a disheveled figure stumbled through the guests – Ryan Clark, her college ex, the "one that got away," clutching his head and declaring he was dying of an inoperable brain tumor. Nicole froze, her hand dropping from mine, her eyes wide with a horrifying mix of concern and sick romanticism. She turned from me, from our wedding, from our life, helping him to his feet and disappearing among the grapevines, leaving me utterly alone. A cold voice inside my head, belonging to the "pact" that governed my own dormant glioblastoma, clinically confirmed: "Condition check failed. Loyalty parameter at zero. Pact objective failed." My blood ran cold, not just from her betrayal, but from the chilling reality that the lie he spoke was the exact truth of my own silent, ticking death sentence. How could my entire sacrifice, my very life, be so easily dismissed for a transparent, manipulative sob story, when my own truth was far more devastating? With only one week left to live and a "final wish" granted by the pact, I made the only choice that mattered: Ryan' s supposed tumor would be completely and miraculously cured.”
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