To You Whom I Don’t Love That Much (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 114

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What do you want? Ro nearly doubled over laughing, almost crying from the absurdity.

In the past, their bond had been deeper than blood; they were the only ones who truly understood each other. They had shared ideals and sympathized with each other’s causes—especially the naive, youthful cause of never creating orphans who, denied Deus’s baptism, had no choice but to be driven into piracy.

There was a time when a single glance revealed everything inside the other’s mind. Whether they were happy, sad, hungry, in pain, desiring, or tormented… each other’s entire being had lain open like a book, legible in every detail. At least, that’s what Ro had always believed.

But after his betrayal, everything changed. Though it happened four years ago, to Rosetta, who had been dead all that time, that day remained thick and vivid, like the damp stench of blood.

On sleepless nights, Ro often recalled that day, savoring every bitter fragment of betrayal. Yet one question remained, unsolved no matter how deeply she analyzed it: the very first moment he betrayed her, and why. That was the one thing she could never answer herself. And that was precisely why seeing Nick again had stolen her breath.

“Why…”

Ro moistened her dry lips with her tongue. Her mouth refused to open. Was it fear? Or the tension of revealing herself to him? Only after swallowing hard several times could she finally force the words out.

“Why did you betray me?”

Her voice trembled weakly, contrary to her intention to confront him boldly. It was hoarse, broken, and utterly pathetic—damn it, completely undignified. But in the next instant, she flinched at the sight of Nick smiling brightly, as if he had forgotten the gun pointed at his forehead, wearing a smile that seemed to claim ownership of the entire world.

“It’s you.”

Suspicion melted from his face, gradually replaced by ecstatic joy. Warmth seeped into his pale cheeks and cold eyes. He whispered,

“Rose, it really is you!”

Rose. The old nickname, spoken so shamelessly, was so brazen it left her speechless. She bit down hard on her trembling lip, trembling with rage—or something she couldn’t even name. Damn it, Nick. Why aren’t you shocked? The woman you killed has returned, completely changed.

Nick reached out a trembling hand, as if to touch her cheek… After the stark contrast of just over ten minutes ago, this sudden pretense of gentleness was too much. Ro struck his head with the gun barrel. His head snapped sharply to the side. She grabbed his hair with the hand opposite the one holding the gun and yanked his head back up.

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