After I left, the twin Alphas went crazy novel Chapter 34

Ryan was furious,“Sophia, are you crazy?”

“I'm firing you.” As I spat the words, “I know you’ve always thought I was stupid, so forget it. You move out of my house, and I’ll find someone else to teach me,” there was a bitterness clinging to every syllable.

I knew Ryan had never respected me—not as a student, not as a person, and certainly not as a partner.

He had used me, disguised under the pretense of being my tutor, while I had willingly handed him more money than his fake lessons ever deserved.

Deep down, I’d known all along.

I knew that the so-called “study sessions” were just excuses for us to be in my room, engaging in meaningless sex. Meanwhile, my grades slipped lower and lower, making me a joke in school.

People whispered behind my back, laughed at me, but what hurt most wasn’t their words—it was Ryan’s silence. He never defended me.

Not once. He let Linda and her vicious friends mock me, bully me, tear me apart.

He’d stand there, indifferent, or worse, watching with a smirk, as if he found my humiliation entertaining.

It wasn’t until my spirit had been so battered by the bullying, leaving me empty inside, that Ryan pretended to care. One night, he put on this performance—his arms around me, murmuring promises of protection.

He told me to drop out, marry him, and let him take care of me.

He swore that he’d make everything better, that I wouldn’t have to suffer anymore. But that was the greatest lie of all.

Ryan wasn’t a savior. He was the one dragging me into the real hell.

When I told him to leave, Ryan’s face twisted into a smug, disgusting grin. He thought I was bluffing, as if I could never truly want him gone.

“If I don’t fill you up,” he sneered, stepping closer, “who’s going to feed you?” His hand reached out to touch me, grazing my skin like a poison.

A wave of nausea rolled through me, and I jerked his hand away.

The mere thought of him touching me made my skin crawl.

I’d been blind before, but now all I felt was disgust—pure and absolute.

Ryan’s face darkened at my rejection, the twisted smile dropping as anger took over.

He grabbed me roughly, yanking me toward him with a sickening force.

“You think you can just toss me aside?” he growled, his voice thick with entitlement.

His hands clamped down on me, dragging me to the ground in the garden.

My gaze was icy cold, and instead of screaming and struggling in panic, I clenched my fist with precision and punched him in the left ribcage.

Ryan's face changed in an instant, his face became twisted from the pain, and he had no choice but to let go of me, clutching his stomach and rolling on the ground.

In his previous life, because he was involved in an off-campus brawl, his left rib cage was broken several times, and he was left with a very serious wound.

Ryan, in this life for a change I know where your weaknesses lie.

“What happened?”