Three Years Later, He Came Back Begging novel Chapter 122

“I’ll go, as long as you disappear. For good.”

Each word landed like a shard of ice, cold and sharp.

Bonnie kept her gaze low. She couldn’t bear to look at Lawrence, not with that wounded, completely broken look on his face. Her voice was steady. “I don’t care if you’re acting out of guilt or leftover feelings or just plain possessiveness. I have family, I have friends, I have my own life, and things were just fine before you dragged me back into your mess. You decided to make me stand in the mud and take all the blame with you. Lawrence, people can’t be that selfish, or that gross. Honestly, every time you touch me, my stomach turns. This illness? You caused it. If you really feel sorry, then disappear. Just go.”

She watched the color drain from his face. Her words were like a slow, relentless cut, inch by inch. For a moment, the way he’d been caring for her these last couple days had let him hope, just a little. But after hearing her, it all collapsed again.

She used to be a moon shining just for him, now she wouldn’t give him the faintest light.

He had hurt her, deeply, back then. Now he was the one swallowing that bitter consequence, and it was tearing him apart.

Lawrence forced himself to hold back whatever he wanted to say. He stood up, silent.

Still, even after all that, he didn’t leave, and he didn’t let Bonnie go either.

He just grew quiet, wordless, hovering around, making sure she ate, handling the daily stuff, stubbornly staying close. Sometimes, he just stood outside her door all night.

He looked like hell. Grey skin, patchy stubble on his chin, dark circles from not sleeping. He honestly looked sicker than Bonnie did.

Bonnie had lost the energy and interest to fight with him. All she wanted was to get well, get stronger, force Lawrence to keep his promise and finally disappear.

Maybe it was because she was so consistent with her meds, the IV, eating on time, but this round of sickness didn’t drag out like she expected. Two days into the holiday, only her throat was still scratchy, but she was otherwise fine.

She stopped the IV, packed up her stuff, got ready to go back to her own place for a while.

Lawrence started knocking. Without the doctor to let him in, all he could do was keep tapping, softer and softer, over and over, until, finally, Bonnie opened the door.

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