The days of cohabitation with gangster boyfriend

Chapter 88

I am only half a step away from him, and I am only half a step away from the only goal in life. -
And my hand holding the knife gradually became weak. -
At the last moment, I realized that I couldn't do it, no matter how much I hated it, I couldn't do it! -
Because no woman is willing to see the person she loves die in front of her. No matter how much she pays, even if she pays her own life for it, she will not let this happen! -
This is probably how my mother felt back then. -
I looked at the sky, and the stars were blurred in front of my eyes. -
I silently said to my loved ones in heaven in my heart:-
forgive me! -
I've done everything I can, but I can't kill him, really can't. -
I know that there is only one chance, and I know that if I don't make a move tonight, I will never have another chance. -
But I am willing to give up, even if one day he will use the cruelest means in the world to retaliate against my eight years of deception, I will not regret it... -
Because I love him, I would rather stab my own chest with this knife than hurt him in the slightest. -
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Just when I was about to put down my sore arm and continue to accompany him through this love that would be disillusioned at any time. -
I heard a death-like call: "Babe." -
On a chilling night, this sound was particularly frightening. -
I staggered back in shock, and the knife, which was already unsteady, fell from my trembling fingers. -
The sound of the sharp knife hitting the ground was extremely ear-piercing in the silent night. -
I stood there in a daze, watching him open his eyes quietly, sit up quietly, and look at me quietly! -
"Eight years, everything you do, everything you say is for this moment?" -
I wanted to explain, but he already knew everything, and anything he said would be a lie to him. -
"You already know who I am?" -
The warm and romantic orange light became more and more bleak, he leaned weakly on the head of the bed and moved the corners of his mouth, trying to smile, but the smile was hopeless. -
"I'd rather not know, I'd rather believe that you waited for me to come home every day because you were worried about me than waiting to see if I was dead; I would rather believe that when I was tired late at night, every cup of coffee you brought was for me His thoughtfulness, rather than trying to find an opportunity to poison me..." -
He looked at the dazzling silver knife, and his voice was a little unsteady: "Bebe... I rushed to the speeding car for you. The only thought was not to get you hurt. I never thought that you wanted to kill me." -
"I, I didn't..." -
I explained subconsciously, but my confidence was obviously lacking, in exchange for his sarcastic smile. -
"Really? Would rather die than sleep with me!" He laughed so hard that my whole body trembled: "Then why are you willing to sleep with me on your birthday?! To tie me to the bed and kill me with ice picks?" -
I have nothing more to say! -
During that time, I did think about this method when I dreamed back at midnight, but I knew I would not succeed. When I was greedy for the warmth in his arms, my whole body was limp and weak. -
(End of this chapter)