After Rejection Divorced Luna Becomes A Famous Doctor (Hailey and Dominic) novel Chapter 286

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“Is that all you got?” He laughed, coughing up blood.

“You haven’t seen anything yet.”

And then, I grabbed the iron bat lying next to me, and swung it at him.

I watched as the metal tore through his flesh, blood gushing from the wound, his skin splitting open, his bones cracking.

It was like music to my ears.

He didn’t scream, not once, he just gritted his teeth and took the beating, his eyes locked on mine.

“Do it.” He said. “Kill me. Kill us. Do it. Show the world how weak you are. Prove everyone right. Prove your

mother right. You are a weakling. A coward. A pathetic little girl. You can’t even finish the job. You’re a

joke.”

“I’m not a fucking joke. You are.”

“Prove me wrong then. Kill me.”

“I will. I’m going to kill you, Dominic. Slowly. Painfully. You are going to beg for death.”

“Not as much as you begged for a mother who never wanted you. Not as much as you begged for the man you thought loved you. You are a fucking joke.”

“I don’t beg. Never. I take what is mine. Always.”

“You’re pathetic. A sad little girl. A desperate woman. You have nothing. No one. You are alone. You always have been.”

“Shut up!” I yelled, swinging the bat again, the force causing him to double over, a guttural sound escaping

his throat.

“You are a fucking waste of space. No one loves you. No one wants you. You are unlovable. You will never be loved. You are not worth the love. You are a joke. A loser. You will always be a loser. Always.”

“Shut the fuck up!”

“Why? Why would I stop telling the truth? You can’t handle the truth, Trish. You are weak. You have always been weak. And that is why you will always lose. Because you are weak. You can’t beat me. You can’t beat anyone. You are a loser.”

“I’m not a fucking loser!”

“Yes, you are. You will always be a loser.”

“No!” I yelled, swinging the bat again and again, watching as he took the beating, not making a single sound.

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“I’m not a loser.”

“Yes, you are. A pathetic, sad little loser.”

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“No!” I screamed, tears running down my face. I threw the bat to the side, my head hanging low, my shoulders slumped.

“You’re right, Dominic. I’m a loser. I’ve always been a loser. My whole life. No one loves me. No one ever loved me. My father never wanted me. My mother never cared about me. She was always too busy with

her own shit. She was too busy being jealous of me, trying to get rid of me, to notice me. To care about

1. No one ever cared about me. They all left me. They all abandoned me. My mother, my father, my friends. Even you. You left me. Everyone left me. You all left me. You all abandoned me. All of you. And I have been alone. For so long. I have been alone. Alone and hurting. All the time. Every day. Every night. Always. Because of you. And I can’t take it anymore. I can’t take the pain anymore. I can’t take the rejection. The abandonment. The loneliness. The emptiness. I can’t take it. I just can’t. I have had enough. I am done. Done. Do you hear me? Done. And that’s why I will never give up. Never. Because I am tired of being a loser. I am tired of being a nobody. I am tired of being invisible. I am tired of being rejected. Of being unloved. Of being abandoned. Of being a joke. Of being a failure. Of being a disappointment. Of being worthless. I am done. Because life has never given me a fucking break. It has never treated me right. It has never been fair to me. Unjust. Cruel. I have been dealt the short straw. And that’s why, I am going to make sure that life pays for all the pain. That life suffers. Like I did. That the universe burns. For hurting me. For breaking me. For destroying me. For turning me into this. A monster. A villain. A murderer.”

I sneered, and walked out of the room, leaving them to rot in their cells, to suffer, to endure, to realize the gravity of their situation.

I had the upper hand.

And I wasn’t going to let go.

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