Reborn Through Fire (Kisa and Gilbert) -
Chapter 102 Let Me Just Sleep It Off.
The man said, throwing her off. "B*tch, I will let you live today, but there will be more to come."
Kisa rolled on the ground, too sore to move. Suddenly, she felt a touch of iciness on her face; apparently, it was snowing again. She stared blankly at the gray sky, feeling like her life was just as gray, without a trace of light. Kisa was so tired, completely exhausted.
She wished she could sleep and wake up as a child again-living with her mother, never meeting Gilbert, without so much grief and despair. She thought how nice it would be if she was asleep, as she did not have to care about anything as pain and aggrievement would be gone. 'So go to sleep, just sleep it off, and I won't have to suffer so much pain.'
'No!' She opened her eyes and laughed out loud as she gouged the ground with her hands. 'The bad guys haven't been punished yet, and the man hasn't kneeled before me in remorse. So how can I resign myself to life? It is just a life, and I will fight even if I have to give up this life.'
"Look, she is the woman who doesn't know what she is doing, pretending to be the wife of GK Pictures's CEO."
"Tsk, she is really hideous. Who gave her the courage?"
"These days, some people are simply crazy about getting famous so much that they can do anything without limits."
"Exactly. She not only pretended to be the CEO's wife but also claimed that she was having an affair with an actor. I wonder from where she got such confidence with that look. She doesn't have a bit of self- awareness."
Kisa staggered down the street, her ears filled with the ridicule and abuse of passers-by. But she did not seem to hear them, even when some of them viciously hurled things at her or deliberately bumped her to the ground.
As if she did not feel them, Kisa got up and kept walking. She wanted to take a taxi back to the Kooper residence, but no one was willing to take her, as if they would also be ridiculed and abused if they were seen involved with her.
"Are you blind or something? Or have you gone crazy trying to be the wife of a CEO?" An obese woman deliberately knocked her down and sarcastically accused her of being evil.
Kisa slumped down at the trash can, and the people gathered around and pointed at her either with a smirk or a curse. Kisa stared silently at their mocking laughter with a touch of irony at the corners of her lips. It turned out that it was not just Gilbert who was heartless, but the world was equally compassionless. The wind and snow were icy, but people's ridicule and insults were even icier. Kisa hugged herself, trying to replace a corner where no one was there to cry. But she realized she did not deserve it as she had not found out what had happened back then and so did not have the right to cry.
It was not until dark that Kisa arrived back at the Kooper residence gate. George saw her look like a wretch and wanted to say something. In the end, he still said nothing but sighed silently. Kisa dragged her aching body slowly into the house when she bumped into Davian.
Davian sighed at the sight of her with exasperation. "Mrs. Kooper, not that I want to replace fault with you; why did you stand up and admit that you did it?"
Kisa smiled upon hearing this. But this smile looked creepy to Davian. "You guys planned to let me take the blame from the beginning, so who are you to say that about me now?"
Davian could not replace a word to respond, but could only watch Kisa walking past him and heading upstairs.
The door to the study was open, and the smell of smoke was wafting out. Kisa walked slowly, step by step, to her room, as if her room was the safest, the most tolerant of all her vulnerabilities, the only way to maintain what little self-respect she had. But that man wanted to cut open her vulnerability mercilessly, to trample her self-esteem underfoot, to make her suffer all the pain and humiliation.
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