Chapter 84 Chapter 84. Zoria’s Blade of Hatred
Zoria stared at the bottle with a dark, hollow gaze. After a while, she let out a soft laugh. “Just vitamins. Can’t you see for yourself?”
“Why did you buy this?” Zephyr did not know why he asked. In truth, he had known the answer for a long time. Asking it out loud was no different from driving a knife deeper into his own heart.
“I wanted to nourish my body. I was afraid that one day you’d torture me to death.” Zoria lifted her head. A fearless yet utterly fake smile still hung at the corner of her lips. She looked at Zephyr, her gaze sweeping slowly across his face, as if it were turning into flames that scorched his skin.
A rare look of pain surfaced on Zephyr’s face.
“You’ve miscarried.”
“Mm.” Zoria showed no reaction at all.
“Dr. Luke said you took abortion pills. This isn’t vitamins—it’s abortion medication. Zoria, how long were you planning to lie to me?”
Zoria’s throat tightened. Her lips trembled for a moment before she admitted bluntly, “That’s right.”
Zephyr’s eyes were bloodshot, veins bursting red. He desperately wanted to grab her by the throat and scream at her, to ask why she refused to spare their child. But in the end, everything collapsed into a single question. “Zoria, do you even have a conscience?”
“Zephyr, do you really have the right to ask me that?” Zoria’s clear eyes were veiled with moisture, her nose trembling slightly. Her voice was choked yet sharp as a blade. “How many lives have you killed—do you still remember? Let me ask you, do you have a conscience?”
Zephyr was left speechless. His arm fell limp at his side. He pressed his aching forehead and let out a heavy breath. “Do you really hate me that much? So much that you’d kill your own child?”
Zoria drew in a sharp breath and said coldly, “I’ve already told you. If I get pregnant once, I kill one. Pregnant with two, I kill both. Why should I carry the child of the male who murdered my father? That first child was a bloody lesson for me. Why would I make the same mistake again?!”
She stared straight at him, every word cutting like a blade into flesh. “Zephyr, I hate you. I hate you to the bone. I’ve said it before—I only wish for your death. If you won’t die, then I’ll take revenge on you. You want to force me to carry your child, don’t you? Then I’ll make sure you watch your own child die right in front of your eyes.”
Tim Zephyr was violently shaken, a sharp ringing filling his ears. Seeing his expression, Zoria burst into laughter like a crazy female. Pain surged through her abdomen, yet she still couldn’t stop that frenzied, savage laugh.
“If only you could feel even a tenth of my pain.” That bone-deep agony that pierced the heart was something Zephyr would probably never taste in his entire life. He might care a little about his children, but the one he cared about most was always himself, and he would never truly grieve for anyone else.
Zoria’s voice grew hoarse. “I know what you’re going to say—that after three miscarriages, I’d still keep getting pregnant. So let me make this clear: never. Even without the drugs, I have other ways. I want to see whether you can force me to give birth to your child first, or whether I destroy my own womb first.”
Every word Zoria spoke was like a blade stabbing into Zephyr’s heart. He suddenly, dimly understood how much pain she must have been in back then, when she had knelt and begged him. His vision blurred, his gaze wavered, and he didn’t dare meet her eyes.
Abruptly, Zephyr sprang to his feet and pulled Zoria tightly into his arms. His upper body trembled uncontrollably.
Zoria viciously shoved at his chest, trying to break free, but her body was too weak, utterly drained of strength. She snapped angrily, “Zephyr, let go of me!”
“Zoria, I’m sorry.”
Zoria’s breath caught. She froze, eyes flying wide as a sharp pain stabbed into her chest. Then she opened her mouth and bit down hard on Zephyr’s shoulder, tearing at him as if she wanted to rip his flesh apart.
But Zoria was too exhausted. After a moment, she lost her strength and released his shoulder, her jaw stiff and numb.
“Your three words ‘I’m sorry’ are disgusting,” Zoria said with a mocking smile. “If you really want to apologize, you should go kill yourself right now.”
A freezing chill surged up from the depths of his heart, spreading with his blood throughout his body until even his legs went numb. He said, “I won’t die.”
Zoria slowly closed her eyes, the corners of her mouth still curved in faint sarcasm.
“If I die, who will take care of you? We’re mates. We’re supposed to stay together for life, to love each other, to be bound together.” As Zephyr spoke, he breathed in Zoria’s scent—the scent of an Omega that made his Alpha instincts refuse to let go. His hand stroked and toyed with her hair, gentle, coaxing, as if soothing his prey.
“We still haven’t gone to an amusement park together. We haven’t raised a pet. We haven’t had a candlelit dinner. I still want to take you to the movies one more time, with the whole theater belonging to just the two of us.”
Zoria’s eyes grew wet. The things Zephyr said were exactly the words she had once written in a love letter to him. She had written that she wanted to be with Zephyr, wanted to have a child with him, raise a dog as a pet, have candlelit dinners, and watch a movie meant only for the two of them—a dream so beautiful it was naive.
Back then, she had been foolish to bond with Zephyr, and afterward she lost everything: her father died, her child died, even the dog she once raised died.
She had nothing left…
“Zephyr, didn’t you say you never loved me?” Zoria’s voice dripped with sarcasm.
Zephyr stiffened. He loosened his hold slightly and lifted Zoria’s face, looking into her tear-filled eyes.
“I don’t want you to leave me. Can’t we go back to how things were at the beginning?”