Rebirth and Revenge: Kicking Away
Men Who Deceive and Play with
Women’s Feelings
Chapter 1
Eight years into our relationship, I took a
knife for my doctor boyfriend, Ethan.
He promised I could ask for anything in
return.
Everyone expected me to demand a proposal.
Instead, I calmly said,
“”
“Let’s break up.”
Then I turned and walked away.
Ethan smirked and bet everyone,
“She’s just a lovesick puppy fishing for attention. I bet she’ll be back begging me to
take her back in three days…
He was wrong.
“”
I had a secret; I’d been given a second
chance.
In my past life, I’d gotten engaged, but
く
Ethan’s dream girl, Olivia, jumped off a
building and killed herself.
He took all his anger out on me.
On our wedding night, he slashed my face
and locked me in a dark, cramped basement.
After I got pregnant, he forced me to eat
massive amounts of supplements.
By the time I went into labor, the baby was
too big, and I couldn’t deliver.
I bled out, my body torn apart in a horrific
stillbirth.
This time, back to the day I took that knife for
Ethan, I did as he wished.
- 1.
The surgeon’s office.
A sharp pain in my arm brought me back to
reality.
The nurse finished wrapping the bandage,
gently warning me to keep it dry.
Ethan sitting in the chair beside her speered
“Just a scratch. Why are you acting so
precious?”
I remained silent. Other doctors in the office
exchanged uneasy glances.
They were all there during the attack.
The attacker was a hulking ex–con, released
two years ago.
The fruit knife, a foot long, had sliced through
my arm. I needed twenty stitches.
The attacker’s original target was Ethan’s
heart.
My silence angered him. His handsome face
turned icy.
“Claire, don’t play games. I said you saved
me, you can ask for anything. Still not
satisfied? What’s with the attitude?”
Somewhere along the line, Ethan’s tone
toward me had become superior and
condescending.
All his tenderness was reserved for Olivia, his
dream girl an orphaned girl he’d sponsored
after a flood relief effort.
My gaze landed on the pink bunny hair tie on
his wrist.
Ignoring the bitterness swelling in my chest, I
looked up and smiled.
“Anything at all?”
Ethan hesitated, a flicker of something
crossing his eyes. He glanced at the hair tie,
his expression momentarily troubled before
regaining his composure.
He ground his teeth, then nodded, a resigned
sigh escaping him.
“Yes.”
One of Ethan’s medical school buddies
chimed in,
“Then, Dr. Hayes, you better make an honest
woman of her!”
Others joined in the laughter.
“Yeah, Dr. Hayes, it’s about time you two tied
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the knot.”
“I’ve already got my wedding gift ready!
When’s the big day?”
As the teasing continued, I was about to
break up with Ethan when a young nurse
rushed in,
“Dr. Hayes! Olivia is trying to kill herself!”
…Again.
If my count was correct, this was Olivia’s one
hundred and eighth suicide attempt.
Just like last time.
As soon as the nurse finished speaking, Ethan
ran out, heading towards the hospital rooftop.
There, Olivia stood, eyes red and swollen, her
small face pale.
She wore Ethan’s white shirt, her slender legs
visible beneath it.
I remembered seeing her there during the
attack. While I’d been shielding Ethan, he’d
held her close. She’d come from his office,
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wearing that white shirt–the one I had given
him.
“Claire saved you! You promised her
anything! She loves you so much, she’ll
propose, and you’ll say yes, right?!”
“I’m sorry, Ethan. The thought of losing you
for the rest of my life…I’d rather die.”
Tears streamed down Olivia’s face. Ethan’s
heart ached.
“Just come down, let me explain.
“”
Ethan was frantic, his voice laced with
concern.
Ethan was attentive to Olivia’s every whim.
She liked pink, so a Dior bag I was supposed
to get for my birthday became her reward for
good grades. She was afraid of thunder, so
he rushed to her side whenever she called. He
even yelled at me once when he missed my
grandfather’s funeral because he was with
her:
“Couldn’t she pick a better day to try and
die?!”
I recalled Ethan’s confession, his promise to
always unconditionally love only me. But when
he met 18–year–old Olivia, his affections
shifted completely.
Last time, jealousy had consumed me, leading
to my tragic end.
This time, I didn’t want him.
