Chapter 481 Flowers Bloom and Wither in Their Own Time
The sharp, thin heel of the high-heeled shoe dug deep into Hubert's wrist as he lay in a pool of his own blood. The pain was so intense it made him dizzy.
His dark shirt clung to his scarred back, cold and sticky, making him extremely uncomfortable. He had always been the one standing, while she lay beneath him, like a fish on a chopping board, ready for him to slice. He never imagined a day like today would come, where the roles were reversed.
Sarah's chin was slightly raised, her demeanor overbearing and familiar to him. The pain was so overwhelming that it brought back memories of the first time he met Sarah.
It was a beautiful day, with a gentle breeze. She had twisted her ankle and was brought to the hospital by Raymond for treatment. Hubert was in uniform, and the moment he saw Sarah, he was captivated. From that moment, he had a bold idea: to make Sarah his own.
He began secretly investigating Sarah, wanting to know more about her. The more he discovered, the more problems he found. He realized that she, like him, was someone who appeared polished on the outside but was rotten to the core.
Upon discovering that she wasn't a good person, he was left with a blend of joy and disappointment. He was glad because it meant he wouldn't feel guilty about his plans. But he was also disappointed because she was just as dirty as he was.
No one would risk their life and conscience to do bad things, if not for love. His desire for wealth stemmed from knowing that Sarah was an extremely materialistic and goal-oriented woman. Only by swallowing Raymond's fortune could he keep such a venomous woman like Sarah by his side.
But he never expected that despite everything he did, even as her ally, she would betray him for her love. He thought he would be furious, but when the moment came, he thought of one word: retribution.
Doing too many bad things leaded to retribution, and Sarah was his retribution. Dying at her hands was better than dying at Raymond's.
Lost in thought, Hubert felt the sharp heel continue to grind into his wrist, the clear, piercing pain forcing him to focus.
"Do you regret it?" Sarah sneered, looking at him as if he were a rat in a gutter or trash in a landfill.
Despite everything, he smiled at her through his bloodied face. "No regrets."
"What did you say?" Sarah's eyes flashed with surprise and anger, thinking he was stubborn even in the face of death.
Hubert smirked, "Why would I regret fucking Raymond's woman?"
He thought for a moment, then provocatively curled his lips. "If I have any regrets, it's that I didn't get to sleep with you enough before you betrayed me. Sarah, attacking me is the dumbest decision you've ever made. You'll soon realize that without my help, you'll die even faster."
Sarah was enraged, swinging the golf club in her hand. She struck him repeatedly, and Hubert's head sprayed blood, but he no longer felt the pain.
His eyes were bloodshot, struggling to focus on her. His mind raced with thoughts of what would happen to Sarah after he was gone. Who would clean up her mess? Was Raymond really going to marry her, or was it all just a setup?
He wasn't the type to wear his heart on his sleeve, and he knew he didn't deserve to love her. Compared to Raymond, he was middle-aged and couldn't match Raymond's good looks and strength. In terms of power, he was just scraping by under Raymond's thumb, no matter how wealthy he was.
All he had was his cunning. He thought he and Sarah would be tangled up together for a lifetime, but it ended so quickly. He regretted not acting against Raymond sooner. He regretted not treating Sarah better, only venting his anger and tormenting her. No wonder she didn't like him.
In the end, it was because he wasn't good enough, not impressive enough, that Sarah didn't love him and didn't want to live a good life with him.
Hubert felt his consciousness fading, as if something was slipping away. "I love you," he said, struggling to express his feelings in his final moments.
But his love disgusted her. She crazily slashed his lips with the knife, cutting his upper lip into several pieces. Blood flowed freely, and at first, he felt the burning pain. But soon, he became numb, as if it wasn't his lips being cut.
"Shut up! Shut up!" Sarah screamed, slashing him repeatedly.
But Hubert kept saying, "Sarah, I love you."
If he didn't say it now, he would never have the chance. What was a little pain when he was about to die?
The knife fell from her hand, and she stood up, kicking and punching him with her sharp heels. "Shut up! Just shut up!"
The heel of her shoe stabbed into Hubert's eye, blinding him. He couldn't see her anymore. Reaching out with his blood-soaked hand, he blindly searched the air, wanting to touch her face one last time, hoping to meet her again in the next life.
But he found nothing.
"Don't think that by doing this, I'll feel guilty. You only make me feel disgusted," Sarah said, tears streaming down her face, spitting on his bloodied face.
She saw him struggle to open his mutilated lips, his voice weak. In the quiet, abandoned factory, his words were clear.
The ceiling light flickered with a dim glow, swaying back and forth.
Sarah heard him use all his strength to say, "I hope he really wants to marry you, Sarah. Congratulations on your wedding with Raymond."
Even after she betrayed him, he still wished her happiness?
What a joke.
The less he blamed her, the more guilty, scared, and angry she felt. She kicked him repeatedly with her heels. "Stop disgusting me. I don't accept your blessing. Just die, hurry up and die."
Exhausted from kicking, she stopped and realized he was silent, lying in the pool of blood with his blind eyes open.
She bent down, checking his breath with her fingers.
Sarah collapsed on the ground, his blood staining her long legs. Blood splattered on her high heels, leaving crimson spots.
As she wished, Hubert, who had tormented and humiliated her, was finally dead.
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