A Love That Kills Chapter 2

The car pulled into the driveway. Sarah Reed was supporting my mother at the door.

Seeing me get out of the car, my mother snorted and turned her head away.

My heart ached, but I didn't speak.

Although the memories in my head were fragmented, my body had muscle memory.

I subconsciously walked through the living room and pushed open that familiar door.

My desk, my piano, they were all gone.

Replaced by Lego blocks and Transformers scattered all over the floor.

Julian blocked my way, trying to hide the scene inside.

"Jane, I'll clear the room for you right away."

Before he finished speaking, a five-year-old boy suddenly rushed out from the corner.

He spread his arms to block the door, glaring at me viciously.

"This is my toy room! Don't touch it! Bad woman, get out!"

The boy threw the toy car in his hand hard at me. The hard metal hit my kneecap, a piercing pain.

I groaned, swaying, almost falling:

"Leo!"

Sarah rushed over to cover the boy's mouth, her face full of panic.

I didn't get angry. I just felt the pain in my knee travel along my nerves straight to my heart.

It was too crowded here. I even found it hard to breathe.

I turned and dragged my painful leg outside. Julian chased after me.

He forced me into the car and took me to a high-end hotel.

The moment the room lights turned on, those forgotten memories flooded back.

When I was seven, my parents took me to the orphanage, saying they wanted to adopt a brother for me.

Among the children trying to show off, only Julian shrank in the corner.

My parents didn't like him, thinking he was too solitary and couldn't be tamed.

But when some older kids pushed me down to steal my candy...

Julian shielded me, refusing to move even when beaten black and blue.

That day, I cried and threw a tantrum in my parents' arms, pointing at his bloodied face.

"I want him! I want this brother!"

Just like that, Julian came home with us.

For over a decade, we went to school together and grew up together.

He protected me in the palm of his hand, never letting me suffer a single grievance.

Later, we got married.

But on our first wedding anniversary, I had booked a restaurant but couldn't contact him.

Afraid something had happened to him, I followed his phone's location.

It was a high-end hotel like this. Sarah opened the door in a sexy nightgown, and Julian lay asleep on the bed.

One was the husband I had loved for over a decade, the other was my best friend of over a decade.

In that moment, my world collapsed.