Chapter 3My Dying Gift: A VLOG of Revenge

During that last month, I abandoned my former pride and dignity, even ignoring Leo's blatant provocations. But he wasn't done with me. He spilled coffee all over my design blueprints.

When Sera returned, she found me furious at Leo.

"Do you have to be so aggressive?"

I silently raised my hand. The angry red marks on my wrist from the hot coffee were stark.

"Sera! Don't you know he—"

She glanced at Leo, who was trembling with fear, then a sharp slap echoed as her hand connected with my face.

"If your hand is hurt, go to the hospital! Why are you throwing a fit here?"

"You're nothing but a savage!"

All the glory and aspirations of my first half of life vanished in that moment. And my wife, my supposed rock, mocked me with disdain.

"The designs are ruined, so what? They're just tools for you to grab attention anyway."

My hysterical questions sounded like a madman's ravings to her.

"How dare you compare yourself to Leo?"

"He studies design because it's his dream, but you? You're just after a bit of superficial gain."

Leo picked up a glass of water, poured it over his head, then smashed the glass on the floor, leaving a mess. He looked at me pitifully.

"Myles, I didn't mean it, are you satisfied now?"

Sera hurried to comfort him, helping him change clothes. As she left, she shot me a cold glare: "Myles, Leo is my adopted brother. Watch yourself." Her gaze flickered to my reddened hand, and for a fleeting second, a hint of emotion sparked in her eyes.

Leo seemed to notice Sera's change in demeanor. He closed his eyes and fainted into her arms.

"Leo!"

Her resolute departure extinguished the last glimmer of light in my heart.

In the end, I took a cab to the hospital alone to treat my injury.