Chapter 3

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Killian's eyes flickered with a dark, vengeful interest.

He looked at me, his voice full of threats.

"Nyra, apologize right now and I might forget this. Otherwise, I'm seriously reconsidering this wedding!"

I looked at him and asked a completely different question.

"Do you feel any discomfort in your body today?"

Killian laughed. "Don't worry about me. I can still go seven rounds a night, no problem."

He turned and walked away, pulling Macy close to his side.

"Ugh, what a tool. He's disgusting!"

Pip spat on the ground as they walked away.

"Don't be angry."

I felt absolutely nothing.

"He's a dead man walking. Let him enjoy his last few moments of glory."

Pip stuck her tongue out and gave me a wicked grin.

"Nyra, do you think his... you know... will stop working right in the middle of it tonight?"

I gave her a look, refusing to entertain the thought.

After a long day of fun, I headed back to the hotel.

As I was about to shower, my phone buzzed with a friend request.

I accepted it out of curiosity, and a video call immediately popped up.

It was Macy.

She was wearing the sheer black lingerie, her face flushed with triumph.

"Nyra, look at what Killian bought for me. Doesn't it fit perfectly?"

I could see the dark red marks all over her chest and neck.

Under the dim light, the scene was deliberately provocative.

When I didn't speak, she touched a mark on her neck and let out a fake little moan of pain.

"Oh, Killian! You bit me so hard. It still hurts!"

Killian's voice came from the shower in the background.

"I'll be even more thorough in a minute, babe."

Macy's smile widened.

I watched her writhe in front of the camera, a cold, mocking smirk playing on my lips.

"Macy, stop acting like a dog in heat. It's embarrassing."

Her face hardened, but she quickly masked it with a sneer.

"He loves me like this. He couldn't wait to strip me the second we hit the room."

"It's real passion, Nyra. Not that fake 'bond' you used to trap him!"

The sound of the shower stopped. Macy set the phone down and posed on the bed.

Killian walked into frame with a towel around his waist. Macy pulled him down for a deep, messy kiss.

I watched silently, counting the seconds.

The moment the clock struck midnight, Killian suddenly let out a strangled scream.

He collapsed forward, his head slamming into Macy's chest.

"Ow! Watch it, you're hurting me!" Macy giggled, thinking it was a move.

But Killian wasn't playing. His face was ghostly pale, his eyes wide with terror.

"My... my legs. I can't feel my legs!"

In his panic, he noticed the phone still on the bed.

Our eyes met through the screen. Killian's face lit up with desperate hope.

"Nyra! Nyra, help me! Save me!"

"Call an ambulance! Come here now!"

I shook my head slowly.

"We broke up, Killian. Aren't you having the time of your life?"

"I hope you stay this happy forever."

Ignoring his terrified screams, I hung up and blocked his number.

I had waited for this exact moment.

Killian, I'm taking back the life I gave you.

We owe each other nothing now.

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