Chapter 4

"What are you doing?!"

Chase's reprimanding voice rang out behind me.

His eyes were bloodshot as he glared at me.

He had rushed over, just in time to witness me throwing coffee at Scarlett.

"I'm washing this bitch's mouth out," I said.

I looked at him, the anger in his eyes about to overflow. At that moment, he was staring at me as if I were his sworn enemy.

His gaze pierced me, making me feel increasingly worthless about my past self.

Seeing me like this, Chase became even more enraged.

He raised his hand and struck me.

I was caught off guard by his slap.

My wounds, not yet healed, began to bleed again as I fell.

"When did you become so vicious?" he said, his voice full of disgust.

Those words made me snap, shattering what little composure I had left.

It was as if I had never truly known the man standing before me.

"I'm vicious? Wasn't it vicious when you had someone put glass shards in my dance shoes?"

"Wasn't it vicious when you destroyed the stage I had painstakingly prepared?"

"Wasn't it vicious when you abandoned me, embracing another woman as you walked away?"

Blood seeped from the corner of my mouth. I must have looked a complete mess, my hair in disarray.

His pupils suddenly constricted, and he opened his mouth as if to say something.He seemed surprised that I, who had always been so obedient, would cause such a scene with him.

After a long pause, he took a deep breath and slowly spoke.

"If you apologize to Scarlett right now, I can pretend nothing happened, and we can stay together."

"Otherwise..."

I cut him off before he could finish.

"We're breaking up."

As soon as I said this, Chase stared at me as if he'd heard something unbelievable.

After a moment, he scoffed.

"Is this another one of your new tricks?"