After I left, the twin Alphas went crazy novel Chapter 84

His face paled at my words, but I didn’t care. I had spent too long trying to make someone like Ryan happy, and I wasn’t going to do it anymore.

"Let go of me," I demanded, my voice firm.

Ryan froze for a moment, his grip on my arm loosening slightly as my words sank in. He blinked, confusion flashing across his face. “I never said anything like that!” he protested, his voice rising defensively.

I gazed at him, knowing that the current Ryan truly hadn’t said those words yet. But that didn’t matter. He would think them, and worse, he would act on them one day. The truth of my past life weighed heavily on me, even though it was hidden behind my calm expression.

He didn’t know what would happen. He didn’t remember the pain he would cause me, the betrayal that would eventually lead to my death.

But I remembered. I remembered it all.

“Maybe not yet,” I said softly, my voice laced with a quiet sorrow. “But one day, you will. One day, you’ll look at me the way you do now, but with more hatred in your eyes. One day, you’ll see me as nothing but a burden, and you’ll throw me away, just like you did before.”

Ryan’s face twisted in confusion. He shook his head, trying to dismiss my words. “That’s not true!” he insisted, but I could see the uncertainty in his eyes.

I let out a soft, bitter laugh, pretending to be hurt. Pretending—because I had already shed all my tears for this boy in my previous life. “But you always hated me, didn’t you?” I asked, my voice breaking, as if the memories pained me deeply.

“If you didn’t hate me, why did you spend all your time with Linda? Why did you give her my things, the gifts I picked out just for you? Why did you treat her so kindly, but treated me like I was just a servant, a pest?”

Ryan stared at me, speechless. He had no response, because he knew it was true, even if he wouldn’t admit it. I watched the guilt wash over his face as he tried to process what I was saying.

In my last life, I had spent “years” trying to earn his love, desperately hoping for even a crumb of affection. I had bent over backward to make him happy, to prove my worth. But it had all been in vain. My loyalty, my love—it had meant nothing to him.