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And yet, here he was–after everything he had done–standing before me with the audacity to act like the victim.
“Ferry,” I said coldly, “Chindy is pregnant. You should be taking care of her, not chasing after someone who no
longer has anything to do with you.”
His expression darkened, and before I could react, he grabbed my shoulders in a vice–like grip, his frustration boiling over. “Karen, do you even hear yourself? Do you even sound human?”
William immediately shoved him away, placing himself between us protectively. But Ferry wasn’t done. He
clenched his fists, ready to strike again.
Although William was an astronomer, not someone who usually resorted to violence, he wasn’t weak. With ease, he caught Ferry’s punch mid–air and retaliated with one of his own, sending him stumbling backward.
Ferry seethed, wiping blood from the corner of his mouth. “Who the hell do you think you are, daring to hit me?”
The two of them wrestled in the rain, their bodies colliding and rolling across the muddy ground. I stood there, watching with an icy detachment. This was the man who had once called himself my husband–reduced to nothing
but desperate rage.
I wanted to step in before things escalated, but the moment I moved forward, Ferry’s wild flailing caught me off guard. His fist struck my temple with a brutal force, sending me crashing to the ground. My vision blurred, my body frozen in shock as pain radiated through me.
“Karen!”
“Honey…!”
His manic eyes flickered with clarity as he realized what he had done. The storm inside him seemed to calm for a brief moment, and he stepped toward me, reaching out hesitantly.
William was faster. He yanked Ferry away, his eyes burning with fury.
Still dazed, I forced myself to sit up. Rain dripped down my face, mixing with the blood at my temple. My voice,
when I spoke, was unwavering.
“I never wanted to turn this into a spectacle, Ferry. Before I left, I had already signed the divorce papers. You’re
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the one who refused to sign.”
His jaw clenched, but he said nothing.
I took a slow, painful breath. “You had your former lover within our marriage, yet you dare to act like I’m the one
who betrayed you? We had no real love–just years of habit. Don’t mistake that for something more.”
William reached for me, supporting my weight as I struggled to my feet. My entire body ached, but I refused to
show weakness.
Ferry, however, suddenly dropped to his knees and wrapped his arms around my legs, his voice raw with desperation. “Honey, I was wrong. Please, come home with me.”
I stiffened, unwilling to acknowledge the flicker of emotion in his voice.
“I’ll break things off with Chindy,” he pleaded. “If you leave him, we can start over.”
I pressed my lips together, unwilling to let him see the sadness creeping into my chest.
“I don’t want that child, either,” he continued frantically. “I just want you back. Let’s go home and fix this. Please.”
He was drenched, the rain rolling down his face in rivulets. I couldn’t tell if the moisture on his cheeks was rain
or tears. For the first time, he looked vulnerable–human, even. It was the first time he had stripped away his usual
cold facade, the first time he had ever begged me for anything. But it was far too late.
The moment he had deceived me, convincing me that the birth control pills were just folic acid, he had burned every bridge between us.
Without hesitation, I wrenched myself free and kicked him aside. He collapsed into the mud, kneeling there,
helpless. I turned my back on him and walked away without a single glance behind me.
William took me straight to the hospital. The doctor confirmed that my leg had sustained a severe fracture.
Immobilized, I was sent home with strict orders to rest.
For days, I lay in bed, my mind numb, staring down at the street below. And every single day, there he was.
Ferry, kneeling in the rain. People walked past him, some taking pictures, some whispering among themselves.
Soon, his presence became a viral sensation. The internet exploded with yet another round of public scrutiny.
[CEO of Zach Group desperately begs for his wife’s forgiveness.]
[This year’s biggest drama–wealthy president left kneeling in the rain for love!]
[Rich and powerful but can’t keep his woman?]
The comments were laced with humor and sarcasm. I ignored them all.
Finally, after days of watching him waste away outside my building, I decided to confront him. The moment he
saw me step outside, his eyes lit up with relief. He staggered to his feet, the exhaustion in his body vanishing as he
rushed toward me. Without hesitation, he wrapped his arms around me, holding me tight.
“I knew you wouldn’t abandon me,” he whispered against my ear. “After all these years together, we can’t just throw it all away.”
His grip was suffocating, desperate. I pushed him away with all my strength, my voice bitter with disgust. “So you’re the one fooling yourself now?”
He fell silent, as if my words had cut deeper than any wound. Then, he did something I never expected. Heed me in the eyes and, with quiet sincerity, nodded. “Yes,” he admitted. “I am.”
But I had long stopped caring.
