Chapter 13
Christian’s POV
The second I stepped into Carrie’s room, I felt it-that wave of disgust crashing over me just from looking at
her.
She flinched when she saw me, but only for a second. Then she slipped that practiced mask back on like it
was second nature.
“Christian, what are you doing here so late?” she said softly, her voice laced with just the right amount of guilt and fake sweetness. “About today… I’m not mad at you anymore. I know you only did it because of Blair
“Shut up.”
Smack!
I didn’t hesitate. My hand flew across her face.
The sharp slap cut her bullshit short. She hit the floor, cheek already swelling red. She clutched her face and
looked up at me, wide-eyed in disbelief, tears welling up instantly.
“Christian… how could you hit me?” she whimpered, trembling like some fragile little thing.
But I was done with the act. I lunged forward, grabbed her by the throat, and slammed her back down.
“You’re still trying to lie your way out of this?!”
My grip tightened without even realizing it. She started clawing at my arms, mouth opening and closing, trying to speak-but no sound came out. Her face turned purple. Her eyes lost focus.
Finally, I let go.
She collapsed to the ground, gasping for air, a nasty red mark blooming across her neck. I didn’t give her a second to recover-I yanked her up by the hair and forced her to look at me.
“Carrie. That cancer you claimed you had-was it real, or was it another one of your damn lies?!”
Lysander and the others were frozen, stunned by what they were hearing. They stared at her like they were
seeing a total stranger.
She didn’t answer.
I shoved her away. Her head slammed into the edge of the table, and blood instantly trickled down from her
forehead. But none of us moved.
No one ran to her, no one called her “little girl.”
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I stepped forward, pulled out every report, every document, every damn piece of evidence I had-and threw them at her one by one. The sharp corners of the paper sliced her skin, adding more blood to the floor.
“Everything’s here-every lie, every fake report! What more do you want to say?!”
Lysander crouched down and picked up one of the files.
Just one sentence on the medical report: In good health.
I saw the blood in his eyes, the crushing disappointment on his face.
“Why?” he whispered, his voice shaking. “Why would you lie about something like that?”
And just like that, her expression cracked. She knew it was over-everything was over.
The room went deathly still.
“Tell us the truth,” I said coldly, my voice deadly cold. “All of it.”
She flinched. Then broke. “The cancer… it was a lie. I made it up… I lied to all of you…” she sobbed, the words spilling out like filth from her mouth.
I closed my eyes for a second. That wasn’t relief I felt-it was a boulder of rage and shame crashing down on
my chest, stealing the air from my lungs.
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