Chapter 45 Chu Siheng's Life Is Worse Than Death
Chu Huaiyu ripped off the last piece of clothing covering Lu Zhaoxue's body, his eyes flashing with intense possessiveness. Lu Zhaoxue was his! She could only be his!
In front of Chu Siheng.
He took her.
"You beast...you shall die a horrible death! I hate you! I hate you! Chu Huaiyu, you shall die a horrible death!"
At this moment, Lu Zhaoxue was completely heartbroken. Her face was deathly pale, and the pain in her body was far less than the pain in her heart.
"Lu Zhaoxue, you belong to me, Chu Huaiyu, for the rest of your life! You will never escape me! Never!"
Lu Zhaoxue closed her eyes in pain.
Chu Huaiyu turned her head and looked at Chu Siheng, who was still lying on the ground, and asked in a flippant tone, "Chu Siheng, you and Lu Zhaoxue have been husband and wife for so many years, have you ever been as loving as we are now?"
Chu Siheng's eyes were bloodshot, and blood from the corner of his mouth mingled with hot tears as it slid down his cheeks. The intense pain and despair surging in his chest almost tore him apart. Never before had he been so overwhelmed by hatred.
Looking down at Chu Siheng's wretched state, Chu Huaiyu let out a hearty and cruel laugh. "Chu Siheng, look at yourself now, clinging to life. What do you have to compete with me? What do you have to fight me with?"
"Let me tell you, this throne belongs to me, and Lu Zhaoxue belongs to me too!"
Chu Huaiyu's voice was mocking as he pressed his lips to Lu Zhaoxue's neck, then moved them to her ear, whispering like a devil: "Zhaoxue, tell me, what would happen if I killed Chu Siheng right now?"
Lu Zhaoxue trembled, her face growing even paler than paper. She suddenly opened her eyes, her vision already blurred by tears.
Looking at Chu Siheng, who was covered in a mess not far away, and the bloodstains at the corner of his mouth, Lu Zhaoxue felt as if her heart had been repeatedly cut by countless dull knives, and was already shattered. Even breathing was accompanied by a heart-wrenching pain.
Lu Zhaoxue shook her head in despair, her hair disheveled and clinging to her cheeks, her lips trembling, but she couldn't utter a complete sentence.
She owed Chu Siheng far too much... far too much. She was the one who put Chu Siheng in such an embarrassing situation, and she was the one who tarnished the love and affection Chu Siheng had shown her over the past four years.
At this moment, Lu Zhaoxue only hoped that Chu Huaiyu would be lenient and let go of Chu Siheng, whom she had harmed so badly.
"Chu Huaiyu, I beg you, please let him go. I'll do whatever you say, please let him go..."
"I beg you..."
Chu Siheng lay on the ground, listening to Lu Zhaoxue's piercing words. The last bit of strength that supported him collapsed, and all that remained in his heart was hatred.
After a long while, Chu Siheng used the last bit of strength left in his body to forcefully prop up his swaying body. He felt as if his bones were breaking with every movement.
Chu Siheng stood up unsteadily, blood dripping down his arm. He didn't look at Lu Zhaoxue or Chu Huaiyu again.
Chu Siheng slowly walked towards the outside of the hall. He suddenly felt that dying like this might be a kind of relief.
At least that way, he wouldn't have to face this unbearable betrayal and humiliation anymore, wouldn't have to watch his heart being slowly torn apart, never to be pieced back together again. He wished he could just die like that...
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