Chapter 5
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Lawrence looked stunned.
Over the years, he’d seen every version of me–the innocent girl, the obedient girlfriend, even the hysterical mess begging him to stay.
I’d been naive for him, seductive for him, cried, laughed and fought for him.
But he’d never seen me like this–cold and detached.
He pushed Viola aside and stood in front of me, his face blank. “Kristin, I won’t repeat myself again. Apologize to Viola. Now.”
I stared at him, then suddenly laughed.
“Lawrence, I said no. I’d rather die than apologize to her.”
The slap echoed through the empty hallway.
For a moment, even Lawrence seemed shocked by what he’d done. Viola stood wide–eyed, her hand frozen on her cheek.
Only I moved to touch my burning cheek as tears filled my eyes.
“Kristin…” Lawrence stepped forward instinctively, but I backed away.
His half–raised hand dropped as his face hardened again. “You brought this on yourself. If you’d just apologized, I wouldn’t have hit you.”
His voice grew hoarse. “You know I never hit women. Five years together, and I never laid a finger on you.”
“You shouldn’t hit Viola. It’s my fault for loving her, not hers.”
“Stop making a scene, Kristin. Have some dignity.”
Lawrence had always been a man of few words. This speech was out of character for him.
But I couldn’t hear a single word. My eyes burned as tears kept spilling down my face.
Lawrence’s fists were clenched tight, his brow furrowed.
Viola stepped up to him, her voice sweet and soft. “Lawrence, let it go. Let’s just go.”
He took her hand but kept staring at my face.
“Don’t mess with Viola again,” he warned. “And don’t show your face around us anymore.”
He stood there, waiting for a response.
I said nothing. Just stared at the floor, emptying a lifetime of tears.
After about thirty seconds, Lawrence finally turned to leave with Viola.
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As they walked away, I spoke quietly.
“Fine. I swear I’ll never appear in front of you or Viola again. Ever.”
Lawrence froze mid–step,
Then he continued walking, never looking back.
But Viola did. She glanced back at me, tears in her eyes but a victorious smirk on her lips.
I lowered my hand from my face,
Good, I thought to myself.
Five years of obsession–that love–hate for Lawrence that had rooted itself in my heart was finally over in that moment.
I could leave forever now with no regrets.
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