The Blind Little Husband Chapter 11

As time passed, Vincent's cries for help grew weaker and weaker, until finally he lay on the ground in a daze, mumbling incoherently.

"Sophia... you... you're Sophia, aren't you? Ha ha... ha ha, it's you... it must be you. You're taking revenge on me now, right?"

Sophia?

My steps toward the exit stopped. That was what Vincent had called me in my past life.

So he'd been reborn too?

Even better. Wouldn't revenge be even more satisfying this way?

I looked at Vincent with delight.

"It's me. Long time no see, Vincent! I've come to collect on the life you owe me!"

Vincent's face twisted into a bizarre smile.

"Sophia Foster, you hate that I repaid kindness with betrayal, that I bit the hand that fed me. I admit it, but I don't regret it!"

"Even if I lived again, I'd still do it, because I love Charlotte! I never loved you. I hated you—hated how you lorded over me, acting like some savior!"

I lorded over him?

If I hadn't saved him back then, Vincent would have spent his last life just like now—in a pile of beast slaves.

I only had myself to blame for being blind, for misjudging him, for being bitten by an ungrateful wolf.

Now that I could get revenge, I wouldn't be merciful.

Vincent laughed and then started crying.

"I loved her. I gave her everything I had. Why could she be so heartless? Why did she treat me like this! Just because I had no use to her in this life?"

No one but Wyatt and me cared about Vincent's mad ravings. Everyone just thought he'd gone crazy from the trauma.

Vincent struggled to his feet, frantically trying to get outside.

"Charlotte, Charlotte, I need to ask her why she treated me this way!"

I'd wanted to have someone stop Vincent, but when I heard Charlotte was also here, I let him go.

Charlotte was here to bid on a new beast slave.

Vincent—she'd completely abandoned him.

By the time I reached the auction hall, Charlotte was bidding on a beast slave on the center platform.

She hadn't noticed Vincent gradually approaching her. When she finally did, Vincent had already dragged her from her seat.

Vincent looked manic as he held Charlotte in his arms.

"Charlotte, I'm back, I'm back! Are you happy? I can start over and rise again. Are you happy to see me?"

Charlotte screamed in terror, pounding on Vincent with all her might.

"Who are you? Let go of me! Let go! What lunatic—who are you? What are you standing around for? Get him off me!"

In a moment of carelessness, Vincent was thrown off by Charlotte, but he tried to chase her again.

Charlotte fled in panic, grabbing a dagger at random. When Vincent rushed at her, she stabbed it straight into his heart.

"You scared me to death! So it's you, you cheap slave! Die! You should be dead! How dare a lowly beast slave touch me!"

Vincent looked down at the dagger in his chest in disbelief, completely shifting to his beast form as he opened his sharp fangs and bit viciously into Charlotte's neck.

"Bitch, then let's die together!"

Charlotte couldn't break free. Blood poured from her as they were separated. Her entire body was covered in bite marks, looking horrific.

Vincent was in wretched shape, his chest punctured with several bloody holes.

This pair who'd proclaimed their true love in my past life had ultimately died at each other's hands.

I left the underground arena with Wyatt. The people inside were still discussing how to dispose of Vincent's body.

Repay evil with kindness—then how to repay kindness?

Because I was strong, no one dared bully or humiliate me! So they didn't dare stop me!

I was willing to wield the blade and personally send the masterminds who'd harmed me to hell, one by one!

Outside, the sun was shining. I yearned for darkness but didn't fear the light!

As for Wyatt, he could have his freedom. He could turn and leave at any time!

Wyatt suddenly looked at me alertly and leaned in to kiss me.

"Master, you're not thinking of abandoning me again, are you?"

I smiled and looked up at him.

"No. You're free to go whenever you want. But I won't let you go."

Wyatt's eyes lit up. He pulled me close, his voice low and possessive.

"Good. Because I'm never leaving. This wolf has found his mate, and wolves mate for life."

In the sunlight, with the darkness of revenge finally behind me, I realized something.

I'd thought I was giving Wyatt his freedom by not treating him as a slave.

But he'd given me something far more precious—loyalty born not from chains, but from choice.

And that made all the difference.

THE END