The Gun at His Forehead

Julian never knew that on the night I pointed a gun at his head and demanded a breakup... I was three months pregnant with his child. He only knew I had gone mad. That I wanted to kill his mistress and their baby, and then end myself. When he choked me and threw me to the ground, he roared with disgust: "Do I not have the right to choose someone else?" "Am I stuck with a filthy ex-con like you for the rest of my life?" He walked away, protecting his mistress and her child, never looking back. He didn't see the blood pooling beneath me. Three years later. We were strangers. I bumped into Julian at the entrance of the OB-GYN clinic. He was carefully shielding his new girlfriend. When his eyes landed on my baby bump, his feet were nailed to the floor. "Are you here alone?" I nodded calmly. The nurse called my name. As I stood up, Julian's voice came from behind, hoarse and strained. "Scarlett, about back then... I'm sorry." I didn't stop. I walked away as if I heard nothing. Chapter 1 During the checkup, the doctor asked the routine question: "Any history of miscarriage?" I nodded and whispered, "Yes. Three years ago." On that Christmas Eve three years ago. I lost Julian. And I lost that baby. Seeing him now, my heart no longer ached. After the checkup, I met my best friend for lunch. She studied my calm face and suddenly teared up. "Scarlett, I still can't believe you actually moved on." "Back then, you were so crazy over that scumbag Julian. It scared me." I looked down at the steak on my plate. Yeah. Back then, I wasn't human. I was a maniac. From eighteen to twenty-five. Seven years entangled with Julian Vance. It ended in a bloodbath in New York. I held a gun to his forehead. He strangled me with red eyes. We both wanted to win. But we both lost everything. Julian and I were two weeds growing in the cracks of the foster care system. I was wild and loved trouble. Julian was gentle, mature beyond his years. But every time there was trouble, he stood in front of me. I stole someone's bread. But Julian was the one beaten black and blue. I swore then that when I grew up, I would protect him. Later, I grew into a young woman. My foster father started making me serve tea to his "special guests." Julian never left my side, blocking those disgusting, sticky gazes. Until that day. He came home from school and found me covered in blood, shaking. The foster father was unconscious on the floor, pants half-down. Julian walked over, expressionless, and stomped on the man's crotch. Crunch. He washed the blood from my hands and wiped my tears. We ran away that night. I was thirteen. He was sixteen. We slept under bridges. We ate out of dumpsters. Once, a kind stranger gave us a burger, and we were beaten half to death for it. I envied kids in uniforms. So Julian secretly worked construction to save for my tuition. The day I got into school, I hugged him and cried. He patted my head, his rough fingers gentle. "I'll give you a good life, Scarlett." Life did get better. Julian was brilliant and knew how to read people. In three years, he climbed from a laborer to the corporate office. I, however, struggled in school. Julian comforted me. He got a transfer to New York. We would start over there. A bright future was waiting. That night, I was too excited to sleep. But just before we were set to leave... The foster father brought the police. He claimed Julian castrated him. He wanted Julian to rot in prison. While Julian was away on business, I confessed to everything. I was sixteen. Sentenced for assault with a deadly weapon. When Julian visited me in juvie, crying and calling me stupid, I laughed heartlessly. I was already mud. But he had to be clean. Two years later, I was released. I flew straight to New York to find him. Twenty-one-year-old Julian. Suits, luxury cars, cold and noble. Only when he looked at me did his eyes soften with indulgence. Here, no one knew our dirty past. We were reborn. On my eighteenth birthday, drunk on cheap wine, I kissed him. That night, we became each other's. The pressure of survival was suffocating. We clung to each other for warmth. Neither of us thought that one day, I would point a gun at him. And he would strangle me, wishing I were dead. When I was twenty-four, Julian became CEO. He was busier. I did nothing but enjoy life. He kept his promise. But I wasn't happy. I noticed the perfume on his shirts. I acted jealous, telling him to stay away from other women. Julian was always patient. He never exposed me. He would just whisper in my ear during sex: "It's all for you. There's no one else, silly." I relaxed. We grew up together. We survived hell together. I should trust him. Until Chloe appeared. She was the most invisible intern in his office. Skinny, gray, like a frightened quail. Julian disliked her stupidity and wanted to fire her. Seeing her trembling, I felt pity. I intervened and saved her job. Julian frowned but agreed. "Just this once." When Chloe looked at me with gratitude, blushing, I smiled. I didn't know I had just saved a demon who would devour me. That night, Julian bit my lip punishingly. "Like saving people so much?" "Why don't you beg me now?" Later, the name Chloe appeared frequently in our conversations. At first, it was mocking: "That idiot you saved spilled coffee on a contract today." I kissed him, praising his patience. Then, the tone changed: "That little intern fell asleep at her desk. Drooled everywhere." "She's so clumsy. Spilled water on herself and tried to borrow my jacket." I interrupted: "Did you lend it to her?" Julian paused, then rolled his eyes. "Could I refuse? She's the one you saved." As he climbed higher, he got busier. Our conversations dwindled. Either silence, or Chloe. It was like we couldn't talk without mentioning her. I felt uneasy, but I chose to trust him. He was the man I loved for so many years. Until one day, I felt nauseous and went to the doctor. At the end of the hallway in the OB-GYN clinic, I saw two familiar figures. Julian was carefully supporting Chloe. Intimate. Protective. Panic seized me. My rationality collapsed. Blood rushed to my head. I couldn't hear anything. By the time I snapped back, I had already rushed over and kicked Chloe to the ground. Chloe screamed, clutching her stomach. "Julian... it hurts... the baby..." Julian looked up. His eyes were colder than ice. He didn't explain. He didn't even look at me again. He scooped Chloe up and shouted for a doctor. I didn't know how I got home. The lights were on, but my home was gone. We entered a cold war. He didn't come home for two weeks. When he did, he packed his bags. I screamed, grabbing his sleeve, asking why. He wouldn't say a word. He just stood there, arms crossed, watching me smash everything in the house like a lunatic. Six months ago, we were picking out wedding dresses. Planning for a baby. I didn't understand how a heart could change so fast. I went to his office, but the secretary blocked me. I became a stalker. I watched him and Chloe. I watched him go to her prenatal checkups. I watched him move his things into her small apartment. I even fantasized that maybe he had terminal cancer and was pushing me away to save me pain. Until I saw him rolling in bed with the pregnant Chloe. That moment, all excuses crumbled. I rushed in, dragged Chloe off the bed by her hair, and slapped her twice. Hearing her scream gave me no pleasure. Only sorrow. This wasn't the future I dreamed of. Julian sat on the messy bed, buttoning his shirt slowly. He wasn't even angry. He looked down at me like I was a shrew. His gaze stabbed my heart. My grip loosened. Julian got off the bed. He gently removed my hand from Chloe's hair. Then—he shoved me hard. I stumbled back, hitting the wall. He adjusted his cuffs, his voice icy. "Scarlett, don't be ungrateful." "Everything you have, I gave you. If you don't want it, plenty of others do." He glanced at me. "If you behave, the wedding is still on at the end of the year. If you keep making scenes, I'll send you back to the slums to rot." Through my blurred vision, I didn't recognize him. I didn't know what I did wrong. To save us, I tried everything. Therapy. Psychics... But I only got more disgust from him. Later, he stopped coming home entirely. He bought a luxury condo opposite his office for Chloe. He wouldn't see me. I threatened suicide. I stood on the roof of his company all night. I cut my wrists. But I got nothing. Not even a look. My health deteriorated. When I realized I missed my period, I saw a glimmer of hope. Holding the ultrasound, I cried in the hospital hallway. Three months pregnant. I thought God had given me a lifeline. Julian loved kids. He wanted a family. With this baby, we could be a family again. I suppressed my excitement and called him. "Julian, come home for dinner. I have good news." Maybe because I sounded so humble, so pathetic. Silence. Then, a charitable "Okay." At 8 PM, I wore his favorite red dress and cooked his favorite meal. The lock turned. Julian walked in. I threw myself into his arms, hugging his waist tight, sobbing. "Julian... I can't live without you." "Let's stop fighting, okay? We're going to have..." Before I could finish, a timid voice came from the door. "Julian... Mary says it's time to feed Little Annie." "She cries when she doesn't see her daddy." My blood froze. Annie. That was the name Julian picked for our daughter. He had a daughter with Chloe. Then what is the baby in my belly? Before I could speak, Julian stiffened. He shielded Chloe behind him. Like I was a monster who would hurt his treasure. He frowned, impatient. "Didn't you say you had good news? Spit it out. I don't have time." His eagerness to comfort her child stung my eyes. "Annie?" I whispered. "That's the name you promised our daughter! How could you give it to her?!" Julian's eyes were dead calm. "It's just a name. Why are you so petty?" "Chloe is weak. Don't throw a fit here." He looked me up and down, disgust filling his eyes. "Scarlett, look in the mirror." "You look like a crazy hag right now." Crazy hag? My mind went blank. I stared at his impatient face and Chloe's provoking smirk behind him. Hatred consumed my reason. I shoved Julian aside, grabbed Chloe by her hair, and dragged her screaming into my car. "Ah!! Julian, save me!!" Julian roared behind me. I didn't listen. I locked the doors and floored the gas. Seeing Chloe's terrified face in the passenger seat gave me a thrill. I drove like a maniac to their condo. I ignored the nanny, rushed into the bedroom, and grabbed the baby. I also took the gun Julian kept in the nightstand drawer. Five minutes later, Julian and Chloe stood before me again. Chloe wept in his arms. The tragic lovers. And I was the villain. How ironic. I pointed the gun at the baby in my arms. "Chloe, kneel and beg me." "Or I shoot this bastard!" Julian turned purple. "Scarlett!! Are you insane?!" I looked at his eyes, filled with murderous intent. Was this really the Julian who survived hell with me? I once paid a psychic to see if he was possessed. Because the real Julian would never hurt me like this. While I was distracted... Julian snatched the baby and handed her to Chloe. His other hand clamped onto my wrist, trying to disarm me. Bang— The gunshot was deafening. A hole appeared in the ceiling. When I came to, my gun was pressed against his forehead. And Julian had me pinned to the bed, choking me. His eyes were red, veins popping. He cursed: "Scarlett, you are a lunatic!" "You curse! Why don't you just die?!" Why don't you just die. I laughed. Tears streamed down my face as I laughed. The boy who saved me from the devil was now the man cursing me to die. Why was I alive? His voice echoed in my head. Fine. As you wish. I twisted my wrist. The gun pointed at my own temple. Julian's face changed. He slapped the gun away. Clatter. The gun flew across the room. Julian seemed relieved. Then he shoved me. Hard. I flew backward. My lower abdomen slammed into the sharp corner of the bed frame. Pain exploded. I fell to the floor, curling up to protect my belly. Julian looked at his hand, dazed for a second. He took a step toward me. But the next second, Chloe screamed. "Julian! Help! The baby isn't breathing!" Julian withdrew his hand. He didn't look at me again. He turned and ran out with Chloe and his child. Warm liquid flowed down my legs, staining the white carpet red. The fear of losing my baby woke my survival instinct. I endured the agony and crawled toward the door. I reached out, grasping only air. "Julian..." "Save... our baby..." But that day, only the wind heard me.

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