He Gave Her My Eyes A Story of Final Sight novel Chapter 189

Lawrence’s eyes went cold in an instant. He clenched his fists so tight that the veins on his hands stood out.

He knew Theresia wouldn’t show him any kindness. He had braced himself for it, tried to be ready. But when her slap landed, sharp and loud, his anger flared up anyway.

He met her gaze, saw nothing but disgust there. His voice dropped low, rough with frustration. “Theresia, do you really hate me that much?”

Theresia was all or nothing. When she loved Lawrence, she loved him with everything she had. Now that she hated him, she wanted him completely out of her life.

She didn’t even try to hide her contempt. Lawrence could beg and apologize all he wanted. Theresia’s heart wouldn’t budge.

After everything she’d been through, she refused to betray the woman she’d become in those three painful years.

“That’s right,” she said, voice steady and cold. “I hate you. In my eyes, you’re even more disgusting than a cockroach. Just looking at you makes me sick. So, Lawrence, do us both a favor and leave. Just get out of my sight.”

Lawrence stared at her. His nails dug into his palms until he felt them break the skin. Fury and heartbreak swirled in his eyes. He didn’t want to believe her words, but he couldn’t deny the truth.

Theresia didn’t love him anymore.

His hands started to shake. Watching her turn and walk away, he panicked and darted forward, grabbing her from behind in a desperate hug.

He held her tight, his voice tumbling out in a mess of broken words. “Theresia, you loved me for three years. You loved me so much. Just because I made one little mistake, you want to throw me away? That’s not fair. I’m not asking you to forgive me right away. Just give me a chance. Theresia, I’ll change, I swear. I’ll be whatever you want. Please, don’t give up on me. Please…”

Theresia let out a cold laugh.

A little mistake. He really believed that’s all it was. The thought was almost funny.

She turned, slipped into her car, and shut the door.

Through the windshield, she spared him one last look.

When she’d been in love, her heart had put a filter over everything, making him seem better than he was. Now that the love was gone, he looked like nothing at all.

Without a second thought, she looked away and drove off.

Lawrence stayed rooted to the spot, standing there for ages, his eyes red and wild.

He replayed every word she’d said, each one scraping through him like rough sand, grinding all the way down to his heart. The pain left him shaking, unable to stop.