No More Mr. Nice Guy

Chapter 5

Word Count: 585 | Released on: 30/06/2025

ivia's face as she saw the blood staining m

away from her. "Just get me a doctor," I said, my voice cold and

r all it was worth. When the plane hit a patch of turbulence, he yelped and gra

ghtly. "I've got y

otecting me, now replayed with a new leading man. The pain

aged the gash on my arm. "It's a deep cut," the doctor sa

my body to match the one o

own hand, which he claimed happened during the turbulence. "Oh, m

ar cream in the world. No one will ever know it was there." The contrast between her casual dism

e luxury boutiques. I watched from a distance as he pointed at watches, suits, and shoes, and she paid

e later, as if that justified everything. "He's a

' felt like ac

gnancy-related "symptoms" as a weapon, ensuring she was always by his side, leaving me completely isolated. They walked on the

lone, watching them. Brandon was whispering something in Olivia's ear, maki

ce dripping with sarcasm as I walked past their tab

hed with anger. "L

e bitterness finally boi

p cracks. I looked up. The massive crystal chandelier hanging in the center of the room was swaying

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“For eight years, I loved Olivia, a silent battle against her family's disdain for the "poor scholar" who married their heiress, especially since we remained childless. Then, Brandon arrived-a country boy her grandfather handpicked to be the family's heir, meant to replace me. Olivia, drunk after a fight, had my replacement's child. I forgave her, blinded by love, only to find her secretly still seeing him. The final betrayal shattered everything: Olivia sold me out to kidnappers, begging me to die in Brandon' s place to save her family's "future." Dumped in a brutal jail cell, I endured a horrific beating. The call Brandon made to my father, describing my torture, triggered his fatal heart attack. How could the woman who once shielded me with her own body become this monster? How could she sacrifice everything for a man she claimed was a mistake? What depths of manipulation had I fallen prey to? Lying broken and battered, with my father dead because of her choices, I finally understood. The naive husband died in that cell. And a promise was forged in fire: I would burn her world to the ground.”