Dear Soldier, Put Your Gun Down novel Chapter 80

Bang! Matt swung his fist up and viciously knocked Benjamin to the ground. He stretched out his foot as he was wearing military boots, and crushed it hard on his chest, then sneered, "Get her back? Whether she lives or dies, she is mine. Where did you get the confidence?"

Benjamin spat out the blood in his mouth and laughed sarcastically, "Is that so? But the first person she thinks of when she is sad is me. Also, I was the one who tried everything to get her to Esnurg last time. What? She didn't tell you?"

Bang! Bang! Matt swung his fists at him like he was crazy. Benjamin could die from this! Winona hugged Matt from behind to stop him, "Matt, please. Don't hit him."

"Huh? You're begging me for him? All the more reason for me to beat him to death!"

Seeing Benjamin lying on the ground, wheezing, Winona took out the gun she carried in her desperation and put it against Matt's waist, "I'm begging you."

Suddenly, he felt that it was not a gun against his back, but a sharp dagger capable of piercing his heart. The cold blade also cooled his heart.

He slowly loosened his grip and hissed at Benjamin with red-rimmed eyes, "Get lost!"

Benjamin laughed uncontrollably as he lay on the ground covered in mud and water. It seemed that at the moment, he wished this pain, this icy rainstorm, would come harder. For every day that he had lost Winona, he had repented and blamed himself, and now he could only watch as she was taken away by another man.

He repented, and he hated it!

The two sat in the car, and neither of them spoke. Matt just stared blankly at the road ahead with his bloodshot eyes. The car raced madly down the road with a splash of water.

"Matt, I'm sorry ..."

He coldly tossed a clean towel to her, "I didn't give you this gun so you could point it at me."

She wiped the water from her body with the soft towel and lowered her eyes in silence.

He twisted his head to look at her and stopped the car, "Wait for a moment."

He stopped the car and suddenly dashed into the rain. When he returned again, he had a bag with two drinks in it. The bag, still wet with raindrops, was cold, while the drinks were hot. She held them and seemed to feel a mixture of fire and ice.

"Coffee for warming your hands, and milk for warming your stomach."

He knew she had a bad stomach, which was an occupational disease of doctors. He was always so thoughtful. But the warmth and kindness made her heart sink more and more. She gripped the cups tightly and turned her head to pretend to look out of the window at the view. The rain splashed against the car window and blurred the night scene.

"Matt, I want a divorce."

There was a creak and the car came to a halt. The drinks in her hand flew out and splashed hot liquid on her legs, while she couldn't feel a hint of pain at the moment.

For a long time, neither of them spoke, and only the sound of the storm hitting the body of the car could be heard.

"Winona, it's not April Fool's Day."

"I'm serious."

Bang! He clenched his fist and violently smashed the car window, and said through gritted teeth, "You ... say that again!"

She felt like her heart was being strangled with silk, but she had no other choice. She couldn't afford not to avenge the murder of her mother, and that man was no other than the president who held the lives of millions of people in Coscana. Even though she believed in Matt's ability to raise his gun to avenge her, or even take over the presidential palace with his army.

But she loved Matt, so she didn’t want him to destroy himself and became a public enemy for her personal revenge. The only way, then, was to disown him before she took her revenge and leave her life and death to God.

"Matt, we ..."

He panicked and interrupted her, "Are you blaming me for yelling at you earlier? In the future, I will restrain my temper and speak to you in a nice voice. It was me who hit Benjamin Larson on impulse. If... you feel humiliated, I can... I can go apologize to him."

He was surprisingly willing to make changes for her and even give up his dignity to make compromises. But the more he was like this, the harder it was for her to let go, and it made her feel as if a knife were being twisted in her heart.