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I knew that losing a child or me leaving him might not enrage Sean enough.
So I gave him manipulatted explicit photos.
At first,he just stared at them, a look of disbelief on his face.
But the advanced photo manipulation and my persistent whispering of lies eventually convinced him.
I said I alone loved him selflessly,while Chloe wanted the Carter wife title.
Seeing that she was winning him over, he was heartbroken.
To him,a debauched,materialistic childhood friend killed the purest woman who loved him.
Chloe realized I’d orchestrated it all.
“Hannah,you bitch.If I see you again,I’ll kill you.”
“Here I am.What can you do?”
Just as I finished speaking, the church doors opened.I strode in,alone,commanding.
The live chat erupted.
“Am I the only one who thinks the ex’s entrance is epic?”
“My brain’s playing revenge music.”
“Rich people’s drama is wild.These twists—are they free?”
The stream hit the internet top charts,with millions of viewers flooding in.
Today was our revenge plan’s final act.
Sean rushed up,hugging me tightly:
“Hannah,you’re back.”
“We’ll have more kids.Never leave me,okay?You’re the only one who truly loves me.”
In his arms,I smiled:
“Are you really sure it’s just me? Have you forgotten about all those girls you deceived and ruined?”
He frowned,confused:
“Why bring them up?Their love wasn’t pure—they deserved to die.”
“Not like you,passing my tests,our hearts in sync.We’re meant to be.”
Tests like giving him all my savings,taking on unpayable loans,offering kidneys,sacrificing my life?
All fake.
We’d already gotten back the funds from the card.
The kidney offer had a backup plan.
The stabbing, the pregnancy, the miscarriage—all fake.
Only our hatred and desire for revenge were real.
Hearing this,Sean staggered back.
“No,you’re lying,right?You’re just jealous of my wedding with Chloe,right?”
His face turned pale as he clutched my hand.
“Since my dad’s affair,I stopped believing in love.Meeting you showed me the beauty of life.”
His voice whimpered,like a wounded animal.
Some in the chat pitied him.
I yanked my hand back,voice resolute:
“Can’t find life’s beauty?Then die.”
He stood,stunned.
“You say no one loves you.What about the girl you forced into doing those sleazy online shows, the one you manipulated into suicide, the one who’s drowning in debt? Even Chloe, and me before—didn’t we all truly love you?”
But what did we get?
Endless tests until we gave our lives to prove love.
Otherwise,he’d ruin us.
A heart so dark should die,not plague the world.
As Sean stood dazed,Nicole signaled to play the next video.
It showed Sean’s gaslighting,deceit,and cold words as girls faced death:
“Jump.If you do,I’ll believe you love me.”
“Coward,too scared?People like you should die.”
But when she jumped,he scoffed:
“Lame.She didn’t think I’d believe her dead,did she?”
His disregard for life was chilling.
If earlier videos didn’t faze him,the next—evidence of Carter corporate crimes—made him desperate to stop it.
Too late.Chloe’s parents blocked him.
“We die together.”
“God,Sean’s pure scum.Not one redeemable trait.”
“Someone stop them.I can’t watch.”
“Hold on,I called the cops.They’re coming.”
As police cuffed him,Sean seemed to wake.
“I just wanted true love.How did it come to this?”
Passing him,I whispered:
“Besides this,I got you a big gift.You’ll see soon.”
He tested others by pretending he had AIDS?
Let him have his wish.
With that,it all ended.
The Carter and Bennett empires fell.Sean and Chloe got life sentences,reportedly still bickering in court.
We three left the courthouse,feeling rare ease.
The reparations would let Sean’s victims live well.
Maybe this was my rebirth’s purpose.
