Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace - Chapter 185

Chapter 185: CHAPTER 185 Chapter 185: CHAPTER 185 I was curious to see if Dexter would tell me.

Dexter stood there, looking helpless and panicked.

He urgently reached out to me, pleading for my presence by his side.

Somehow, I felt the urge to approach him.

However, my rationale compelled me to keep my distance and press him further.

“Tell me.

Who hurt me?” His hand slowly fell from its frozen position in mid-air, a silent testament to his refusal to speak.

I nodded, directing my gaze toward Damien.

“I’ll go with you.” Damien was quite happy as he led me toward the car.

“Sophia, let’s go.” I didn’t look back, yet I waited for Dexter to convince me to stay.

However, he did not speak until I got into Damien’s car.

He stood there with his head lowered, as though he were wrestling with a painful struggle and trying to make a difficult decision.

“I’ll ask you again…who is it?” My eyes were red, and my heart was filled with unease.

Who exactly was Dexter trying to protect?

Dexter raised his head with tear-filled eyes.

He opened his mouth as though he had been preparing to speak for a long time.

“Sophia, it’s me.” He claimed it was him.

“It’s all me.” He shouldered the blame entirely.

He claimed that he was the one.

It was he who imprisoned and hurt me.

Instead of revealing the identity of the person who harmed me, he chose to make me despise him, detest him, and keep my distance!

“I didn’t lie to you,” said Damien, looking at Dexter with indifference before closing the car door for me.

I saw Dexter standing outside and suddenly felt extremely disappointed and saddened.

Dexter held his hand tightly, and I could see that he was holding back.

The wound on the palm had clearly been pinched, and dark red blood was flowing down between his fingers.

“According to Ms.

Clark, your parents had been desperately searching for you while you were missing.

After finally locating you, they claimed that Dexter had deceived you and confined you.

He is a liar.” Damien explained to me in the car why Dexter had kidnapped me in the past.

Damien pulled a letter from his pocket.

“He claimed to like you, but you knew clearly he was a lunatic.

You want to break up with him.

See for yourself.

It’s what you wrote to Dexter.” As the car slowly drove away, I gazed at Dexter through the window.

He stood there, his entire figure shrouded in gloom, exuding a presence of melancholy.

I took over the letter from Damien, opened it, and scanned its contents.

It was unquestionably my own handwriting.

“Ms.

Clark has retrieved it from the original residence.

Your parents discovered this letter in the basement where you were confined,” Damien explained.

While reading the letter, I noticed how cold and determined my words and attitude seemed on the page.

“Dexter,” I struggle with emotions.

I decided to be in a relationship with you out of curiosity about feelings.

I want to experience what love is and try everything that a typical person would.

However, reality has shown me that no matter how hard I try, I can never truly fall in love with you.

I feel like I am unable to experience love and typical emotions like other people do.

Let’s end it.

I don’t want to continue living a lie, deceiving both you and me.

“Sophia” I was the one who wrote the letter, breaking up with Dexter.

“This lunatic will lose control if he doesn’t get what he wants.

He is a complete lunatic.

He is very dangerous.” Damien frowned, attempting to bring me face to face with the harsh reality.

“Damien…” I held the letter, and an unbearable ache pierced my heart.

He gazed intensely at me.

“Stop the car,” I said firmly.

Damien was stunned.

“Sophia…” I looked at Damien and ripped the letter into pieces.

“None of this matters now.

Sophia is dead.” Sophia was dead, and the past no longer held any significance.

What I knew for certain was that the pain in my heart was unbearable when I intentionally left just now, seeing Dexter in such agony.

It felt as though my heart was on the verge of shattering into pieces.

“I want to get out of the car,” I requested Damien to stop the car.

However, he had no intention of stopping.

“Stop the car!” Overwhelmed by my emotions, I desperately struggled to unlock the car door.

Damien gestured to the driver to keep going and raised his hand to keep me in my seat.

“Sophia!

Are you going to continue being crazy with him?

I know you hate me and I know you want to punish me.

Isn’t that enough?” His face clearly displayed a mix of distress and fury.

I struggled to distance myself from him, but he released me with eyes burning with emotion.

He then discarded his suit, rolled up his sleeves, and revealed the scars on his wrists…

There were far more than I had seen before.

They were crisscrossing horizontally and vertically, a clear indication of self-inflicted pain and self-destructive behavior.

“I’m punishing myself as well…

I don’t know how to make you believe me,” Damien said, his voice hoarse and filled with sobs.

“You…

you tell me what you want me to do, Sophia.

Just say it, and I’ll make it right.

I’m willing to do whatever it takes to earn your forgiveness.

Just give me the chance.” Damien hugged me tightly, unable to contain his emotion.

His voice was hoarse and choked.

“Even if you ask me to die, I can do it now.” “Damien…

Sophia is dead.

What’s the point of doing this now?

Why didn’t you cherish her when she was alive?” I asked in a strained voice.

“God has granted me another chance.

I recognize you, Sophia.” his voice trembled as he asked for my forgiveness.

“Please…

please…” He tightly embraced me, desperately pleading for my forgiveness.

“How can you forgive me?” he seemed to beg.

“Then…

go to hell.” My voice was raspy, deep, brimming with hatred.

He would have been better off dead.

Why did he mistreat me from the beginning?

Why?

Damien’s firm embrace around me suddenly halted, his arms gradually releasing their grip.

Leaning back, he slumped in his seat and uttered in a hushed voice, “Stop the car.” Damien asked the driver to stop the car.

I didn’t even glance at Damien as I yearned to exit the vehicle.

“Even if he has been lying to you, using you, and hurting you…

Even if what he does to you is much worse than what I’ve done, you still have to choose him, right?” Damien asked in a low voice.

At that moment, he felt so wronged that he seemed on the verge of collapsing.

He worked relentlessly to find evidence that I did not love Dexter.

He also made great efforts to find proof that Dexter had hurt me.

He thought that by revealing the truth to me, I would leave Dexter and decide to be with him again.

“If he has truly been lying to me, using me, and hurting me, I will leave him…

I’ll never want any of the trash who hurts me,” I whispered as I opened the car door to step out.

In my hand, I held the letter I wrote to Dexter, which I then tore into pieces.

As I passed by the trash can, I decisively threw the torn letter inside.

Dexter initially denied it and claimed it was not him.

However, when he asked me if I believed him, I did.

But what made me furious was that he protected the culprit.

He protected people who really hurt me.

He also took all the blame upon himself for this.

Taking a deep breath, I raced towards Dexter’s house.

I simply couldn’t bear to let him go…

But I was still overwhelmed by fear and panic.

If he was the one who harmed and killed me…

What should I do?

After running for over ten minutes, I finally reached home.

Only Leo was tending to the garden, which looked empty and somewhat desolate.

The wind got stronger, and it seemed like rain was coming.

I hurried into the living room but couldn’t find Dexter.

He was nowhere to be found in the bedroom, bathroom, or guest room.