Chapter 3

I mercilessly shoved Willow into the pool.

Then I wiped the blood from the knife onto Ashton’s shirt.

The sudden turn of events stunned everyone; no one dared to intervene.

Ashton called me a lunatic, but in his eyes, there was clearly more than just anger—there was a flicker of excitement.

“Crazy?”

“Isn’t this what you wanted?”

From the moment I stepped into this gathering, he had been provoking me.

Ashton and I had been fighting for so long, I’d even forgotten what it was like when we loved each other.

On the day Ashton proposed, I sold his company’s confidential documents.

On the day I agreed to marry him, he had someone disconnect my mother’s oxygen tank.

On the day of the car accident, when he was being flown overseas for treatment.

He was hooked up to countless tubes.

Seeing me arrive, he tore off his oxygen mask and savagely bit my lips.

“Anya, if I die, in our next life, will you marry me? Let’s not torture each other anymore, okay?”

He slowly collapsed from lack of oxygen, and I watched his hopeful eyes as I shook my head.

“There is no next life for us.”

At the hospital, Ashton rolled up his sleeves. “Our blood types match. Take mine. If it’s not enough, take it all.”

By the time he emerged from the blood donation room, he was swaying.

He pressed on my shoulders, desperate to prove himself.

“Anya, did you see? I know how to love someone.”

“Bro, you’ve given too much blood, you’re not thinking straight. Bro, let me help you.”

Ashton pushed Zachary away. “Get lost!”

“I’m perfectly clear-headed.”

He looked at me again. “Did you see? I’ve learned how to love. I can pick anyone and love them deeply! Don’t you understand?”

Red and blue police lights flashed across our faces.

I pushed him towards Zachary. I’m a germaphobe, so I patted down the spot where he’d touched me.

“The police are here. Time for statements. I’ll pay for her medical expenses.”

“Anya, I’m begging you first. Let’s just let each other go.”

I didn’t answer him.

I had already let him go two years ago.

At the police station, we were put in separate interrogation rooms.

After giving my statement, I just sat there.

The murmuring from the room next door grew louder.

“Bro, you can fool others, but you can’t fool me, right? This is another one of your new tricks, isn’t it? You know she won’t marry you, so you insist on marrying her just to spite her.”

“What about Willow then? Oh, right, Willow is so obedient, she’d be willing to be your mistress.”

“I’m serious. But until she agrees, I won’t break up with Willow. She’s young; telling her suddenly would be too much for her to handle.”

“Bro, what if Anya hears us?”

After a long silence, Ashton’s voice finally came through.

“If she heard, she’d storm in and slap each of us without hesitation. Since she hasn’t, it means she can’t hear.”

I found it amusing. I lowered my head and made a call. “Hey, come pick me up.”

Within ten minutes, a police officer called my name.

“Anya, your family is here to pick you up.”

“Okay, thank you.”

“You can leave after signing these.”

I walked out of the room, passing theirs.

Zachary chuckled and asked, “Family? Doesn’t she only have her mother? And isn’t her mother paralyzed?”

“Must be a friend.”

Zachary suddenly couldn’t resist, opening the door with a laugh. “Officer, who came to pick up Anya just now?”