Chapter 8
Chapter 8
“It wasn’t me…” My voice shook. “It was Vivian I saw her with my own eyes…”
“Enough!” Knox cut me off harshly. “Celia, you need to pay for what you’ve done.”
He snapped his fineris, and two hodyguards immediately stepped forward to restrain me.
“Knox!” I struggled desperately. “Believe me just this once, please…”
Knox laughed coldly. “Take her to the amusement park.”
In the pre–dawn darkness, the amusement park stood empty and eerie.
I was dragged to the tallest drop tower, the cold wind making me shiver uncontrollably.
“Strap her in.” Knox’s voice was devoid of emotion.
My face went white. “No…. Knox, you know I’m afraid of heights…”
“That’s exactly why this will teach you a lesson.” Knox personally fastened my safety harness. “When you’re ready to tell the truth, I’ll let you down.”
The drop tower slowly rose as I squeezed my eyes shut tight.
When it reached the peak, I was trembling like a leaf in the wind.
“AHHHHH!”
The machine suddenly plummeted, and the sensation of freefall nearly stopped my heart.
I screamed as my tears were whipped away by the rushing air.
Once, twice, three times…
By the time dawn painted the sky, Knox finally called a halt.
When they brought me down, I was delirious, my lips bitten bloody.
“Have you thought it through?” Knox looked down at me imperiously.
I opened my mouth and suddenly vomited blood before collapsing unconscious.
In my delirium, I thought I heard Knox calling my name, but soon the darkness swallowed everything.
The smell of disinfectant made my temples throb.
I opened my eyes to see Knox standing beside the bed, three plane tickets in his long fingers.
“Celia, you’ve been causing nothing but trouble lately–first bullying Vivian, then hurting Grandpa. I’m sick of looking at you.”
He coldly placed the tickets on the nightstand. “Take your parents and go abroad to cool off. When you’ve learned your lesson, I’ll bring you back.”
I stared at the tickets, suddenly struck by the absurdity of it all.
In my previous life, he’d sacrificed his fingers and died for me. In this life, he wanted to exile me to the ends of the earth.
I said nothing and silently took the tickets.
Seeing my compliance, Knox frowned. “You’re agreeing just like that? Nothing to say?”
I slowly raised my eyes.
I wanted to say so much–that he’d misjudged Vivian, that he’d betrayed my genuine heart, that Grandpa’s condition Vivian’s fault…
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Chapter 8
But in the end, I just shook my head gently.
“Mr. Whitfield.” A nurse knocked softly. “Miss Vivian says her chest hurts and she’s looking for you.”
“Tell her I’ll be right there.”
Knox responded, then turned back to me coldly. “To make sure you don’t run away, I’m personally escorting you to the airport.”
On the drive to the ah port. I quietly texted my parents.
[Mom, Dad, bring my divorce certificate and meet me at the airport. We’re leaving immediately.]
After sending the message, 1 tilted my head slightly to look at Knox’s profile reflected in the window.
In those early days after my rebirth, I’d been ecstatic, desperate to make up for everything, to pour all my love into him. I’d followed him around like a devoted puppy.
Back then, I loved watching him drive, thinking even his grip on the steering wheel was impossibly sexy.
But now, looking at him again, I felt nothing but emptiness.
“We’re here.” Knox parked and got out. “I’ll walk you
in”
The departure hall buzzed with travelers. Knox was planning to watch me go through security, but Vivian’s call interrupted.
“Vivian?” He answered immediately, his voice instantly gentle. “Don’t be scared, I’ll be right back.”
He hung up and walked away without even glancing at me, disappearing into the crowd.
I stood there watching his retreating figure until it vanished completely, then walked over to my parents.
“Celia, here’s your divorce certificate.” Dad handed me a booklet.
“Dad Thanks.”
I took it, my face finally showing a hint of relief.
I tore up the three tickets to Paris that Knox had given me and threw the pieces in the trash, then went to the counter to buy three tickets to
Switzerland.
“Dad, Mom, let’s go.”
In the golden sunset, our family walked toward the boarding gate, our silhouettes resolute and final.
Meanwhile, Knox raced back to the hospital at breakneck speed.
Just as he stepped out of the elevator heading to Vivian’s room, the television in the corridor suddenly switched to breaking news:
“Breaking news: Flight MU587 from NewYork to Paris crashed shortly after takeoff. All 132 passengers aboard are confirmed dead…”
Knox froze mid–step, his blood turning to ice.
MU587?
That was the flight he’d booked for Celia!
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