She Killed My Ex

Chapter 148 Emotional Outburst

Chapter 148 Emotional Outburst

"Are you here to laugh at me?" Caroline lifted her head and looked at the man in front of her, showing a miserable smile at the corners of her mouth. "Mr. Shawn, you must be happy to see it. The worse I am, the happier you are, aren't you?”

She thought, "Ha ha, the worse I am, the more I can let Winnie die in peace beneath the ground, right?"

"Mr. Shawn. In fact you didn't need to do so many things. You did those things before which was so unlike you. I have been wondering why you suddenly changed your attitude towards me. It turns out to be so.”

Bentley's dark eyes narrowed and his breath choked. With an incomparable gaze of pain, he lowered his eyes to look at the woman hugging herself in the cabinet.

A low voice sounded abruptly. "It turns out to be so. What's that?"

The voice was low, but it came into the woman's ears word by word. The woman held herself tightly and felt her breast was filled with emotion. How could he ask "what's that” as if he was innocent?

"Oh, oh, what's that? Mr. Shawn, are you asking me what's that?" She tilted her head, looking up at the man standing in front of her who had a jade- like cold and handsome face. Abruptly, she pointed at herself fiercely. "Mr. Shawn, can't you see?

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It's all right under your nose!

I know that in your eyes I killed Winnie, so you hate me and take revenge. But I am a human being! I am a human being! I will get hurt, and I have a heart. I am not a puppet on a string."

Caroline tilted her head. For the first time, her long-numbed eyes were displayed in front of Bentley so directly without hiding the pain. She said her tears have long dried up. She said she could not cry. But at the moment, her eyes overflowed with crystal tears. She opened her eyes, tilted her head to look at the man in front of her, and said softly.

"How nice it would have been if you had just let me die three years ago." She blinked lightly, tears running down her face.

‘If I were dead! wouldn't be held down alive ax-the operating table and lost ny-kidney. Youll never understaad being awake to feel I the process that a part of one's own” body was being removed. What's mate terrible than loss wasbeing dWake from beginning tend!

You'll never understand what the sky looked like from a little barred window in that place. And you wouldn't understand how difficult it, was to eadure more than a ~ thousand days of three years! Yeu wouldn't know that if one didn't listen, she would be strippestof her clot hes and fastened to the toilet...

At that moment, she w ished she could die. Caroline choked with sobs and stopped talking, because she couldn't say more. to

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How could she say anything? Those were not honorable things. How could she speak to the culprit in front of her who has caused her the embarrassing and painful situation and has made her life a living hell?

And then what did she expect him to say?

Say sorry or "you deserve it"?

“Bentley Shawn." She couldn't pretend anymore. The address "Mr. Shawn” didn't express the complex hatred she had for the man in front of her. "Bentley Shawn, how can I not hate you?”

She closed her eyes, and all the tears that had dried up during these years came back all of a sudden. The tears accumulated for years welled up freely. She closed her eyes with tears all over her face. She simply could not control the damn tear ducts!

"Shed tears, just shed. Shed until tears were dried," she thought. She has had enough and wouldn't bear it. "Bentley! Bentley! Bentley!” She called his hame one after anothers” oppressively in a heartbreaking. coarseWoice. There were no other words. All the love and hate,sdy and sorrow, love and fear needn't a thousand words of accuSation. The name "Bentley" was enough to encompass everything! And only this word could tell the first half of Caroline's life!

"Bentley! Bentley! Bentley!” It was raining outside the window. The house was filled with growls. Sorrow and pain, resentment and hatred were in the air. But how much love of the year was left?

Did the man's pain increase? Did his regrets become more heartbreaking?