Love to Hate Me

Chapter Twenty-Two The Wedding

“Hah!” Luc laughs all of a sudden, turning back, “You foolish man, Fabian. She’s dead, and I can tell

you one more time, believe it or not, we are pure friends! That’s all. And she’s a good woman.”

Fabian shocks there, gazing at Luc with unbelief.

Luc walks closer and closer, “How could you get my location that easy? Don’t you feel strange?”

“So, you made me here?!” Fabian reacts with anger.

Luc nods, “Exactly! I just want you to know clearly how you killed Salina! And your baby!”

“No, what are you talking about?” Fabian asks, stepping back and knocks a bowl on the floor.

“Why are you so dumb? My god! That baby in her was yours, and you pushed her to kill that baby, so

you are a murder for two now! Salina would never forgive you even she’s back like a ghost!” Luc curses

and walks away. Leaving Fabian behind in the room, alone...

Luc walks out and gets a call from abroad, “Doctor, what happened?”

A man speaks English to him, “Hello, Mr.Luc, we have finished her surgery, and transferred her to the

VIP room. If she doesn't have any rejection, she would be recovered after one year! Congratulations!”

That foreign Doctor replies.

“Really? Thank you so much doctor, I’m on my way back!” Luc thanks with excitement, and drives away

with his car, heading to the airport.

Another man walks out of the house, looking like a walking dead, goes on his car.

“You maniac! Watch out!”

“Are you insane? Be careful with the painting job!”

“You piece of shit! Hey!”

Fabian drives with his high speed on the road, he ignores everyone and everything, then stops by a

small bar. “Whiskey, please!”

He drinks like ten shots of whiskey, and continues asking for it...

“Are you sure, Sir? One more? You look drunk...” The bartender asks in sorrow.

“Here, money! One more!” Fabian throws a pile of cash, he is drunk enough. All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

The bartender sighs and makes one more for him, mumbling, “He would die if he drinks like this...”

The death of Salina, like an anesthetic in Fabian’s broken world, he murdered two lives, Salina and his

baby... it’s an unforgivable crime.

The next few days, he’s drinking the whole day in the bar, doesn't go to his company anymore. Then he

and that bartender become friends, he drives Fabian home every night, to Becky, who’s waiting

outside.

This day, Fabian wakes up and plans to the same bar, “Fabian, stop! We need to talk!” Becky asks in

bed. “Can you stop drinking?”

He peeks back, “If you have nothing to say, just cut it. I’m leaving...”

Becky goes up, grabbing him, “Have you forgotten, how that bitch ruined our wedding? And murdered

your sister? Why you have changed after her death? Is it really You now?”

Hearing someone calls his woman bitch, he grabs Becky up, in a rude way, “What did you say? Bitch?”

“Yes, she’s a bitch! She killed your sister!” Becky yells back to his face.

Fabian havocs a little inside, when he hears his sister, he lets Becky go and strides out

slowly.