Contract Marriage starring Love and Revenge
Chapter 125. When something becomes useless.

Chapter 125: 125. When something becomes useless.

I just came here without a plan. Finding the ward he’s being kept in was easy but going into the room is an entirely different story. How the hell am I supposed to get past those officers?

Now I’ve been sitting in this passageway for over thirty minutes, dressed in black pants and a black hoody, coupled with a black face cap. And I’m biting my nails while constantly tapping my feet whilst trying to maintain my composure and not look too suspicious.

I’m dressed like this because I don’t want anyone to recognize who I am but it’s so damn hot I feel I might die before I am able to see the idiot.

If he wasn’t such a reckless fool, I wouldn’t be so worried. But thanks to the news, I found out that he had evidence of all his past crimes against his patients. What kind of fool keeps such things? Why do people usually make such foolish mistakes?

What the hell will make you keep something that incriminates you? Wouldn’t getting rid of the evidence be more appropriate? Why are people always so foolish? And why did I have to work with such an idiot in the first place?

Well, maybe I worked with him because I knew he was a fool who could be easily manipulated. And for the longest time, I’ve done just that.

I made the date Champagne on my request, I made him propose marriage to her, made him go through with the marriage even though I was the one he was clearly into. But I knew I could bend him to my will. I wanted to make Champagne face the ultimate heartbreak.

So I didn’t sleep with Rowan until after he got married to Champagne. I got some kind of joy from knowing that I was taking her husband whom she loved and bragged about.

It satisfied me that although she was married to him, she didn’t really own his heart, I did. I loved the fact that her husband was my puppet.

Throughout their marriage, I made sure to make her feel miserable by using him. I always made sure he was by my side on important days like birthdays or their wedding anniversary. There was not a single wedding anniversary they spent together and oh how much joy that brought me.

Some days, I told him to ignore her like she didn’t exist and other days I told him to deny her any form of intimacy for months.

Then I got the greatest idea and I told him to carry out the hysterectomy procedure on her under the guise of cancer. I made him put drugs into her food and drinks to cause her severe pains to give the effect of stomach cancer.

At first, he didn’t want to do it, he said he could just keep denying her sex, but I insisted and he did it.

I remember how fulfilled I was when it was carried out because I knew I had finally taken something unreturnable from Champagne.

One thing was certain to me, Champagne would never find out I had a hand in her barrenness, but if she ended up finding out, she would not be able to do anything to me because she is champagne. She would only cry and cry while asking why and I would laugh and look down at her with no remorse. She would slowly wither away from the pain and never rise again because she was Champagne. The same girl who had never fought back once in her life. The girl who even when pushed to the wall, she’d rather curl and hold on to that wall than turn around and fight back.

I expected the same outcome as every other wrong thing I’d done to her.

It was a perfect plan.

What I did not expect was a crazy Champagne. A champagne who fights back. A Champagne who has gone mad! I didn’t expect her to not only turn around from that wall she’s been pushed to and fight back, but completely break the wall and use it as a weapon against me.

She’s a totally different person and it’s because of that husband of hers.

Seeing how there was no news about Rowan doing anything wrong to his ex-wife, I’m almost certain the police don’t have anything regarding the hysterectomy procedure on him...

But Champagne and her damned husband must know I’m behind all of it. I’m sure they will do anything to get their hands on some evidence against me and that’s why I have to meet with this fool and know if he has any such thing hidden away somewhere.

I look up at the officers, they are whispering something and now the two of them are walking towards me. I instinctively bend my head and adjust my face cap.

My heart is racing like crazy and they reach me and wait, they are walking past me.

A_are they going on a break or something?

I wonder, but who cares? This is my chance.

Quickly, I rise to my feet and walk towards the door to his room, I open the door and as I walk in, my eyes dilate and my lips parts wide open.

What in the devil’s name happened to him?

His head is wrapped with bandages, his face has plasters all over, the bandage over his head passed over his left eye. His shirtless chest is wrapped with even more bandages.

Right now, he’s no different from an Egyptian mummy with both his hands cuffed to the bed.

His breathing is heavy and from how he looks, I can say his breathing must be painful too. His mouth is open, he must be having difficulty breathing with his nose.

I move closer to him, "R_Row," I call him. "Row, can you hear me?" I say again a little louder this time.

He’s not answering.

What if he’s dead? But the loud heavy breathing shows he’s very much alive.

I move near the bed and I place a hand on the only part of his shoulder that doesn’t have a bandage on it, "Rowan, Rowan can you hear me?" I say again while tapping his shoulder this time.

"Rowan, you idiot, wake up! Can you hear me?" I tap his shoulder a little harder.

This time, I hear a low groan of pain, a long wheezing followed by that heavy breathing again, then the eyelid of his only functioning eye at the moment slowly opens.

He’s staring at me with that one red eye, and his wheezing breath is continuing.

"R_Rowan, are you awake now? Can you see me? It’s me Alicia, are you listening? I can’t even tell if you are listening or not. Say something don’t just stare at me like that."

He’s looking at me with that eye and I watch as his lips move to say something, but all that comes out is a painful moan like a dog reaching its last life, unable to lift a single muscle, unable to let out even the tiniest of barks. It just lays there in pain, as its life slips away.

"Can’t you talk? If you can’t talk then listen. Do you have anything that connects me to Champagne’s case? If you do, tell me where it is so I can go and get rid of it."

Again, all that comes after my long talk is another painful moan and that disgusting wheezing breath.

"Don’t just stare at me you idiot!" I unintentionally raise my voice and lower it once again as soon as I realize, "Give me some kind of sign. Anything! Just give me something!!" I scream at him in a low voice.

He can’t speak!

Was he injured so badly that it affected his ability to speak? What the heck am I supposed to do in a situation like this? I can’t just leave him like this for fear of him regaining his voice and telling them something that would incriminate me.

Ahh, I want to scream! I can’t even do that now because then someone might come in here.

What do I do in a situation like this?!! I take off my face cap in frustration, running my finger through my hair as I try to think. I turn around, facing the door as if some kind of miraculous solution would come to me from that direction.

He’s not speaking at all.

Since it has come to this, I turn around, wearing my face cap once again as I stare down at him, "Isn’t it better if I just kill you here and now?"

"I mean think about it, you can’t talk now, but who is to say you won’t talk ever again? And besides, I don’t know if you have something against me? What if you have a way to prove that I orchestrated the entire plot for Champagne’s fake cancer? What if you really have something that will incriminate me?"

I step closer to the bed, that wheezing of his is really starting to annoy me.

"Don’t blame me for this Rowan darling," I say with a smile as I pull out the pillow from under his head,,. "But, when something becomes useless, it’s only right that you discard it."

"I’ve used you long enough... It’s time to discard you."