My Boyfriend Forced Me to Commit Suicide To Repay A Debt For His Junior Sister Chapter 2

Seeing me silent, Tom cupped my face with an intensity I once loved.

Now, that same touch made my skin crawl.

"Darling, you know me. I just want to help her because I feel sorry for her. You know Sophie is sweet. She even said she likes you."

I brushed his hand away, my voice cold. "My parents cut me off ages ago to be with you. Where exactly am I supposed to get this money you need?"

Tom didn’t seem to notice the sarcasm in my voice. "Darling, you’re an only child. Just explain the situation to your parents. They’ll help you, won’t they?"

I asked him flat out, "Do you like Sophie?"

There was a flicker of guilt in his eyes, quickly replaced by composure.

"Of course not, darling. Everyone knows you’re the only one I love. Sophie’s just a close friend. I only want to help her because she’s in a difficult spot. Don’t overthink it."

I stood up and didn’t even look back at him. "She’s your friend, not mine. I have no obligation to fix her family’s problems."

Tom’s brow furrowed. "Lucy, you’ve always been so kind. Why are you suddenly so heartless? You’ve got money. Your parents are still alive and well. But Sophie—her mum died when she was little, and her father left her with all this mess. How can you be so indifferent?"

As he spoke, he pulled out his bank card, didn’t say another word to me, and walked straight out the door towards Sophie’s house.

I couldn’t believe the nerve of him, using guilt and moral blackmail to make me feel responsible for Sophie’s troubles, as if I were the villain in this story.

I calmly packed my bags and sent him a text: We’re over.

Then I blocked him from everything.

Let’s see how long he lasts without my support this time around.

Right now, Tom’s company was at a critical stage of development. In my past life, I begged my parents for help, drank so much at business dinners that I ended up with a stomach ulcer—all for him. And what did I get in return?

Did he even really love me?

On all those nights when we were so close, was he thinking of me, or his poor Sophie?