He finished dressing up casually and still she doesn't want to eat. He reaches her arm slowly and checked the bandage. Must be a bullet of a 9mm gun. He caressed her hair. It was soft like an ink color. They are going to get married soon and none of them can stop it. He just wished that they go on with their wedding back then. But he's the one who left her and backed out.

"You are so thin." He utter. She's thinner than before. His brow creased when he saw a line on her curves. He lifted her shirt and found at least six inches line of stitches. "What the fuck?!" He couldn't help but cursed and he forced her to lay on her back and ripped her shirt, examining her body if she got anything else instead of the ugly scar. There are few bruises on her body and it pains him more seeing it.

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She's literally trying to kill herself all of these years. He was so shocked about seeing it. Just a little scratch hurt him. She pushes him and turned back from him ignoring his examination. There are a few more at her back. Why didn't he notice it last night? Maybe he's too dizzy at that moment.

"What have you been doing to yourself?" He asked her miserably, his voice almost broke and his heart was being stabbed multiple times.

While he's drowning himself to women, alcohol, and cigarettes, she's been out there, doing stunts and guns trying to kill herself. He turned back and shoved his face on his palms. What he has done to her?

"Take those rings back and leave." She said coldly. He looked at the rings on the side table. The one he gave to her when he asks her to marry him. And a box of couple ring, it was supposed to be their wedding rings two years ago. He went to her closet, removed her shoes, and told her to dress up. "I said leave. I don't want to eat with you. It makes me sick."

"I already washed up. Just as this time, endure it," he said coldly to her.

"I had to endure so much because of you." Hearing her say it, he closed his eyes and fight back his tears. She was indeed right, she endured so much because of his cowardice.

He went to her balcony took out his new cigarette and lighten it with his silver lighter. He took a long puff. He was about to take another puff, but he knows that she hates it. So, he pressed the tip on the parapet and throw it in the trash bin near the table.

He has to fight now. He had decided. He pulled her up from bed, though she's lazy and like a lifeless dummy. He pulled her pants off together with her sexy panties. She covered herself and glare at him. He gave her a pair of panties and she put it on. He then told her to put the dress on, so she did. She slipped out of bed and he caressed her hair fixing it.

"I'm sorry that you have to endure lots of pain because of me." He kisses her forehead and brushes off her depressed face. "You have a lot of time to torture me." He scoops her face and forced her to look at him. "You have a lot of time to hurt me, but please, never hurt yourself ever again." Her lips swollen and bleeding from her biting. He even checked her palm and there are marks on her fingernails.

There's a knock on the door. One of the maids calling them for dinner. He dragged her to the dining room and only found her grandfather there who is already eating and near on finishing his food. He pulled a chair for her.

"You can stay here as you want, Zach. Have you prepared the house after your wedding? I will check everything around. My granddaughter should have a place of her own."

"Thank you. Grandpa is already settling the house, I'll ask an interior designer for the house. Darling, tell me what you wanted for the design of our room and your study room so I can arrange it." She didn't say a thing and take a sip on the soup. Although she wouldn't answer he already knows what she wanted.

"The engagement party will be next week at the Twin Lake Hotel. I'll be leaving both of you."

"I wanted a separate room." She finally said before even her grandfather left.

"Andy," her grandfather weans.

"I'll marry him. What else do you want grandpa? Kids? I can't have kids anymore." Zach dropped his knife and stare at her. "Besides, I won't fuck with him. He disgusts me." She said bitterly. But she still loves him and she will torture him in ways that she could. But hurting him isn't part of it.

"Andromeda! Watch your mouth." Her Grandfather raises his voice at her. She was just talking lifeless like it was normal to her.

"It's true." She muttered.

"Work this out." Her grandfather demanded.

Her grandfather left and Zach looked at her full of pain. She can't have kids? Which is bullshit? She doesn't want to fuck with him? Well, he'll have to seduce her better and make love to her until she can't move her legs anymore.

"Tell me, why you won't fuck with me?" he asked her and sipped on his wine. "Because someone's mouth has been down on my manhood?" She looked straight into his eyes.

"You throw me away. I am already your trash, Zachary."

"I had been with lots of women multiple times after I left you, and I don't deny that."

"That disgusts me more." She sipped on her water and continue eating the raw lettuce.

"But you'll never be my trash, Andromeda. Well, fine, you want a separate room?" He exhales exasperatedly. "I already finished my business with my playmate, so don't be jealous." She scoffed and started laughing until her stomach hurt.

"You thought I'm jealous?" Her eyes are full of mock. "I'll tell you Pattinson, the woman you know before already died. This person in front of you is just a lifeless bitch. I don't care whoever you fuck, Pattinson. Just stay away from me and we'll be fine."

"You know that is impossible." He stood walking around toward her. He pulled her chin up and viciously kiss her lips. He pulled away and looked into her eyes. "I don't fuck anyone when I am with you."

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Zachary was already in the guest room. Just lying there staring at nowhere.

He looked at the ring at the side table beside the bed. It was the ring from his grandfather, her grandfather gave it to his wife and before his wife, his great grandmother owns it. And before her great grandmother, there was the mother of her great grandmother. It was historical and love blooms with this ring said by his grandmother when he was young and told him that he will only give it to the woman he loved most.

He rolled on his bed and still thought about her. He's going to give it to their engagement party. He went to her room, but she wasn't there. So, he roamed around the Mansion and finally found her in the gun safety room cleaning guns.

He knocks first but she didn't even glance at him. He sits on the stool half a meter away from her. She expertly removed the parts of the gun and carefully clean it. He kicked the other stool just to make a noise but still, she continued ignoring him. He's growing impatiently every minute, so he lifted handgrip equipment and drop it.

She was flexible and had caught it and put it back on the table. He took an empty magazine and was about to drop it when she pointed a gun at him.

"If you are bored, why won't you shoot yourself in the head, so you'll stop getting bored forever?"

He sighed and put down the magazine. He knows that the gun has no magazine. He also knows that she knew perfectly the rules on guns, but she still pointed one to him.

"Let's talk about—"

"There's nothing to talk about." She started assembling the handguns and carefully put it on their designated cases. Once that she's done with it for like thirty minutes. He grabbed her and pushed her to the sofa.

She was about to stand up and fight back, but he caught her wrists and pressed it above her head, and pressed his body to hers until she can't move anymore. Their face is just an inch apart and their breathing was fast.

"I can't let you get away with this, Andro." She gritted her teeth probably thinking about how to push him away. "Now, let's talk. We are going to get married and there's no backing out."

"Then why did you ask me to marry you and you back out? Isn't it too ironic that you are telling me that—when you are the coward one?" He was stunned. He had expected her to say it. Still, it hit him right to his ego and he was weak around her. He leaned his forehead to hers and was too tempted to reach her mouth.

"I am a coward one. I left you in so much pain." He admitted his mistake.

He finally let her go but then he doesn't control his body anymore. He uncontrollably kissed her mouth and goes down to her neck, a little aggressive. He then tore her thin pajama top and devour her full breasts. She was panting. They are both panting. He stops in the middle of her chest and just lay his head there, feeling all guilty.

He was the one who left her. Now, he was harassing her. But why couldn't he control his lust towards her? Why does he always think of her whenever he was with another woman? He still loves her all through the years. Even though he loves her, why did he leave her?

"Get off."

"No. Let's stay like this." He closed his eyes.

"You are fucking heavy." She uttered. He finally moved a little sideways but still cornered her. She's wrapped by his strong arms and legs, his face on her chest, and kisses it lightly liked he used to after their intimate rounds.