Crashing into His Vengeance Chapter 04
Just then, a waiter cut through the crowd, holding a black envelope.
“Excuse me, which one of you is Mr. Julian Blackwood?”
“Get the hell out of my face.”
Julian violently shoved the waiter aside.
The word “wedding” was ringing in his ears like a innitus, drowning out the gasps of the guests.
Impossible. Lizzie was a broken doll he had sculpted, a toy he hadn’t finished playing with.
Was his revenge–five years of meticulous planning- going to collapse just because his prey had fled?
He wouldn’t allow it.
All rationality snapped in that instant.
Julian’s eyes were bloodshot; the final thread of reason in his mind snapped completely.
He pulled a stack of intimate photos of the times I had stayed at his place from his jacket pocket and hurled
them violently into the air above the banquet hall.
“Take a good look! See exactly what this so–called prestigious good girl is like in private!”
His chest heaved violently, the corners of his mouth curling into a cruel, venomous sneer as he pronounced his judgment to the crowd:
“That’s right. She is my woman. Just a dog that obeys my every word.”
Before Catherine could react, he plunged the knife in deeper.
The madness in his eyes intensified as he laughed maniacally at Catherine, a sound as shrill and terrifying as a ghoul’s shriek.
“Do you remember my mother? Years ago, to climb the social ladder, you destroyed my family and drove my mother to her death. Today, I destroy your daughter! A daughter paying for her mother’s debts- an eye for an eye. That’s fair, isn’t it?”
“But I never loved her. Not for a single second! I got close to her solely to toy with her. Now that I’m bored, I’m dumping her like trash. I’ll make her the laughingstock of this entire city!”
Catherine looked at Julian in horror, clutching her chest with trembling hands.
“You… you are a monster…”
Julian watched her crumbling expression, the resentment he had suppressed for thirty years finally finding release.
Just as he expected Catherine to break down, to kneel on the ground and beg him to spare Lizzie…
Richard, who had remained silent until now, shook
with rage. He charged forward and delivered a brutal, heavy kick to Julian’s stomach.
A dull thud, accompanied by the sound of bone meeting flesh, exploded in the deathly silent hall.
“You! You brainless animal!”
“I always thought you were just a pitiable child. I lidn’t want to expose the filthy history of the older generation, but I never imagined you’d twist into such a bastard!”
“Years ago, your father Lucas begged me to look after you, forbidding anyone to tell you the truth. Who would have thought…”
“Back then, your junkie mother, Madeline, was a complete lunatic! She was jealous of Catherine. She drugged Lucas just to conceive you, you bastard!”
“Your mother was the despicable one! She was the mistress who tried to use a pregnancy to extort
money! And you? You were just a chip she used to trade for drug money!”
Richard stood tall, his face dark with fury and heartache as he pointed at Julian on the ground.
“I never expected you to have the same filthy blood in your veins as her.”
“You took hatred that never existed in the previous generation and used it to destroy a girl who loved you with her whole heart. Julian, you are a joke. You genuinely bring shame to your dead father!”
Richard’s words were like knives, each one drawing blood.
Julian’s face went from green to pale white, his entire body stiff as stone.
His head buzzed as if filled with a swarm of flies. He
simply couldn’t believe Richard’s words.
“Impossible!”
“How could my mother do that! She was the victim!”
In Julian’s eyes, his mother, though mad, was a tragic beauty persecuted by the wealthy.
He had remembered her crying in their cheap apartment since childhood.
she would stare into the mirror, applying scarlet lipstick, cursing that name.
The house was always filled with the smell of mold
and his mother’s desperate sighs.
So Julian ached for his mother. He swore to make the woman who “destroyed their home” pay the price.
His mother used to grip his shoulders, her nails digging into his flesh, telling him neurotically:
“Catherine is a slut. She stole your father. She stole our light.”
Little Julian carved these words into his marrow.
Until his mother died of an overdose, lying in her own vomit.
He was sent to foster care, scavenging for food like a wild dog.
The only force keeping him alive was revenge. To demand a life from Catherine.
For this goal, he used Lizzie. He trampled on her sincere heart.
But today, his enemy told him…
It was all a lie woven by his mother.
He was the son of the mistress. He was garbage used as
a bargaining chip by his own mother.
He hated the wrong person.
He had personally destroyed Lizzie–the only
person in this world who loved him regardless of his background, regardless of everything.
A massive cognitive dissonance, like a giant hand, crushed his heart.
The waiter walked straight to Julian, and crouched down.
“Mr. Blackwood, Miss Elizabeth specifically instructed
me before she left to hand this to you personally. She said… this is a final goodbye.”
Julian reached out a trembling hand.
He grabbed the envelope as if clutching the last straw of a drowning man.
Inside were just two thin sheets of paper.
The first was a printed hospital report.
[Surgical Abortion Confirmation]
The date–it was the very day he went skiing with Alexandra, unwilling to look back no matter how much Lizzie begged him, saying she felt unwell.
On the second sheet, there was only a single line of text:
Julian, you win. Congratulations, you personally killed the only person in the world who loved you.]
In that instant, Julian’s world thoroughly collapsed.
Overwhelming regret, despair, and self–loathing mixed with a visceral physical reaction, triggering a storm inside his body.
His chest churned violently, and a metallic taste of rust rushed up his throat.
Without warning, a mouthful of fresh blood sprayed out.