CHAPTER - 3

A laugh slipped from his lips.

Low. Amused.

Like I had said something ridiculous.

"Yes," Cheng said softly. "You're the one who did everything for me."

His smirk deepened.

"Good… or bad."

His fingers brushed my cheek—wiping away a tear I hadn't even noticed.

I jerked back.

Too late.

His hand caught my chin, thumb pressing firmly against my jaw, forcing me to look at him.

"But I'm the only one," he murmured, voice dropping, "who has the right to give you karma."

I wrenched free, my grip tightening on his collar.

"What karma?"

The words came out sharp.

Demanding.

The silence between us turned heavy—thick enough to choke on.

"You destroyed my life," I said again, quieter this time. "And you're talking about karma?"

Cheng leaned back slightly, completely at ease despite my hold on him. His fingers adjusted his tie, calm… controlled.

"You deserved it."

The words hit harder than anything else.

My breath caught.

For a second, everything blurred.

Memories flashed—late nights, quiet conversations, promises that felt real.

My grip tightened.

"What… do you mean?" I asked, my voice no longer steady.

His eyes darkened.

Something raw flickered beneath that calm surface.

Then—

His hand suddenly fisted my collar.

In one sharp motion, he shoved me back.

My body hit the sofa.

Before I could react, he was already there—above me, pinning me down, his weight pressing just enough to trap.

Our faces inches apart.

His gaze burned into mine.

"You really don't remember?" he asked quietly.

Dangerously.

You really don't remember?" he asked quietly.

Dangerously.

Before I could react—

He shoved me down harder into the sofa, his weight pressing me flat.

"I waited," Cheng said, voice low, each word measured, "for the right moment to ruin you."

His hands gripped my shoulders, fingers digging in deep enough to hurt. His breath was uneven now, controlled—but barely.

The sharp scent of wine mixed with his cologne, heavy in the air.

"You really thought no one would find out?" he murmured.

Pain flared where he held me, but something colder crept in beneath it.

"What… are you talking about?" I asked, my voice no longer steady.

A drop of sweat slid down my temple.

Because somewhere deep inside—

I already knew.

I just didn't want to hear it.

Cheng's gaze darkened, something raw breaking through his calm.

"I'm talking about…" he said slowly.

His knee pressed harder between my thighs, locking me in place.

"…the person you killed."

My breath hitched.

"What—"

"Monster."

The word snapped out of him, sharp and filled with something that sounded too much like hatred.

My chest tightened.

"Who are you talking about?" I demanded, but the edge in my voice was slipping.

His hand slid from my shoulder—

To my throat.

"You don't know?" he murmured.

Then his fingers tightened.

Hard.

Air cut off instantly, a gasp tearing from my lips as my hands flew to his wrist.

My vision blurred.

His face was the only thing I could see.

Cold.

Furious.

Unforgiving.

"You don't remember?" he whispered.

And then—

He said it.

Quiet.

Final.

"Your ex-wife."

Everything stopped.

The world.

My breath.

My thoughts.

Those two words echoed in my head—

Over.

And over.

Like something I could never escape.

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