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Twelve years ago, I was stabbed by one of Zoran's admirers, leaving me unable to bear children for life.
Zoran knelt by my hospital bed, crying as he vowed to love me with his life forever.
"Fallon, I'm already thankful to heaven that you survived..."
"From now on, I will never let anyone hurt you again."
Twelve years later, Zoran pinned that former admirer beneath him:
"Aria, will you have a child with me?"
I laughed bitterly at myself, went home and trashed Zoran's bedroom, accidentally discovering his old diary.
In anger, I wrote: "Zoran! I hate you!"
Unexpectedly, a sentence appeared out of thin air: "Who are you? I don't care who hates me except Fallon."
For a moment, I forgot my fear and wrote stroke by stroke: "I am Fallon."

My Tears, Your Trophy

"But so what? In the end, I still won him over."


Aria smirked smugly, "Do you know how clingy Zoran is with me?" "Your living room, study, bathroom, even your bedroom... they all have traces of me and him."


"Several times I was so weak in the knees I said I couldn't take anymore, but he just wouldn't stop. I truly pity Zoran, you can't satisfy him, can you?"


"Now that I'm past my first trimester, Zoran enjoys being with me even more..."


I stared at her silently, then raised my hand and slapped her hard across the face.


Aria was startled, instantly raising her voice to a piercing shriek, "Ah—"


Footsteps approached rapidly, and Zoran came running, out of breath.


Aria promptly collapsed to the ground, her eyes brimming with tears, "Zoran, Sister Fallon suddenly went crazy and pushed me to the ground. My stomach hurts so much..."


Zoran's eyes were bloodshot as he glared at me fiercely.


But Zoran had already grabbed my throat, squeezing tightly.


"Fallon, you really are a vicious woman!"


"I must have been out of my fucking mind to take that knife for you back then. A bitch like you should just die!"


I breathed heavily, opening my mouth wide and struggling to get out a few words:


"Zoran, you're the one who should be dead!"


I slapped the diary across his face. He let go of me and picked up the book, glancing at it with disgust.


"Why keep such a disgusting thing? It makes me sick just looking at it!"


I reached out to take the diary back, but Zoran didn't hesitate to tear it to shreds.


The fragments fluttered like heartless winter snow, burying our past completely.


I crouched on the ground, laughing like a madwoman, tears streaming endlessly from my eyes.


Crying over how I'd wasted my youth on such scum.


Zoran, having torn up the book, still wasn't satisfied: "Aria almost had a miscarriage, and you're laughing? Fallon, you bitch!"


A murderous intent rose in his eyes as he grabbed a fruit knife and viciously lunged at me.


I squeezed my eyes shut, but didn't feel the expected pain.


When I opened them again, 18-year-old Zoran stood in front of me, wearing hospital pajamas.


His hand gripped the blade tightly, blood dripping, splattering roses on the floor.


Chapter 5