My Reborn Apocalypse Begins with a Divorce novel Chapter 184

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Ray frowned. Professor Morty was calling her “Heather,” not “Professor Campbell.” Could he be Heather’s fiancé?

If so, this fiancé was utterly pathetic. He could clearly guess what Doug intended to do, yet he still screamed for Heather to come out. That was nothing but pure selfishness.

Ray couldn’t help thinking, ‘Heather, you chose the wrong man for yourself.‘

“Heather, hurry up and come out!” Professor Morty shrieked over and over. “It hurts–so much!”

Doug had already begun slicing into Professor Morty’s palm with the ice blade.

“Stop!” A thunderous shout rang out.

The inner door opened, and a tall, slender woman stepped out. She was wrapped in thick fabric. On closer inspection, it wasn’t winter clothing at all, but curtains–crudely cut and stitched together, patchwork–like, resembling a beggar’s robe cobbled from scraps.

Even so, it couldn’t conceal her beauty and allure. She was stunning.

Ray looked at her as the vague silhouette in his memory gradually sharpened, then overlapped perfectly with the woman before

him.

That’s right–this was Heather.

Back then, she had been the campus belle of his graduating class. In Ray’s memory, she stood onstage delivering a speech, the audience listening intently. The girls looked at her with envy and admiration, while the boys gazed at her with infatuation.

Five years had passed, and Heather had completely shed her youthful innocence. She was now mature and captivating, radiating the charm of a grown woman. Her figure was hard to make out beneath the layers, though Ray vaguely remembered that it had been impressively voluptuous back then.

“Professor Campbell, you really are beautiful,” Doug said, his eyes glued to her. Her figure might have been hidden, but her gorgeous face and elegant neck were in plain view, making his heart race.

He suddenly turned to Professor Morty. “Professor Morty, have you and Professor Campbell slept together?”

Professor Morty–John Morty–was Heather’s fiancé. He shuddered and hurriedly replied, “No! No! She’s very conservative. She said she wanted to save herself for the wedding night, so we never did anything.”

“Oh?” Doug’s lips curled into a leering smile as he looked back at Heather. “So Professor Campbell is still a virgin? Tsk, tsk, tsk. To actually run into a virgin these days–and such a beautiful one at that. Professor Campbell, you really are a treasure.”

Heather ignored his vulgarity and said calmly, “Let him go.”

Doug burst into laughter. “No rush! Professor Morty, I want to fuck Professor Campbell right now. Do you consent?”

John hesitated, unable to answer for a long while.

“Well?” Doug began grinding the ice blade.

In an instant, John’s wrist split open, flesh torn apart, and the pain made tears stream down his face.

“Yes! Yes!” John screamed.

Heather felt as if she’d been struck by lightning. Her delicate face went deathly pale.

When she unlocked the door and stepped out, she had indeed been prepared to sacrifice herself to save her fiance. But John sold her out without the slightest hesitation, making her feel that such a sacrifice was utterly worthless

She tried to flee back into the inner room, but an ice blade shot over and slammed into the doorframe, skimming past her face.

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She froze in place, terrified.

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