Babel Novel
Chapter 887 They Are Not The Same
Chapter 887 They Are Not The Same
On Heather’s twenty-fourth birthday, amidst the dream celebration everyone had crafted for her, Josie ruthlessly ruined it by humiliating her and making her the subject of gossip for a lifetime.
News of the event could no longer be contained, and it was bound to spread throughout the city soon.
Presumably, Heather would never want to celebrate her birthday again in her lifetime.
“You’re more ruthless than I am.”
Tears welled up in Josie’s eyes, falling like heavy raindrops onto the back of her hand due to the pain. Yet she remained defiant. “It’s you who taught me to hit someone where it hurts.”
In pitch darkness, Dexter stared at her, wishing he could kill her, yet his heart ached just as intensely.
“Why has it come to this?” He pushed her away. “Are you happy ruining her life? The Josie I know wouldn’t stoop to this level.”
These words struck Josie to her core. She parted her lips and tilted her head back. “Are you surprised? You must be heartbroken now. I’ve ruined your princess. Her life is over. But what about me? What about my life?”
Dexter’s side profile was rigid, the veins on the back of his hand slowly subsiding. “You are not the same.”
“What’s different?”
Josie added quickly, “Just because she’s Liana and I’m Josie, you can always accommodate whatever she does, while I’m always to be blamed, right? Yes, she’s the daughter of the family. Of course it’s different. And me? I’m worth nothing to you. If my life is ruined, so be it, right?”
As she spoke, she moved closer to him. Tears streaming down her pale face, she compelled him to remember that very moment.
How could you treat someone you love like this?
“For you, Liana is the only thing that matters.”
In the dim light, she looked so fragile that she might shatter with the slightest touch.
He breathed slowly in the darkness. As he reached out to touch her face, his hand felt dampness. “Does it hurt?”
Josie didn’t say a word.
“Does it hurt?”
She remained silent, her breathing somewhat heavy.
He spoke in a muted voice. “She has been lost for many years, hardly experiencing any happiness. I owe her. My past with her is different and incomparable to ours, so don’t compare them.”
“It sounds like I deserved that slap.”
Dexter said, “You shouldn’t be playing these mind games.”
Hmm, she’s being crafty.
“I ruin your partnership, didn’t I?” she asked, looking up.
Dexter gently wiped away the tears from her face, his Catholic rosaries occasionally brushing against her skin, giving her a cold sensation.
Josie thought to herself, D*mn it, even at this point, I still have a soft spot for him. Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.
“Dexter, I’ve always been curious. What kind of person am I in your eyes?”
What kind of person?
Dexter was reminded again of the first time he saw Josie. She was sitting by the roadside, having just finished a phone call and crying so hard that she could barely catch her breath. Her face was flushed red. When she finished crying, she wiped away her tears with the back of her hand and opened her laptop to continue working.
Just like that, her resilience allowed her to grow on him. Over the next two years, they went through a lot together, yet nothing could truly knock her down. She remained strong and beautiful no matter what.
Sometimes, she would act a bit naughty. In his presence, she would occasionally be like a young girl, and at other times, she would exude the demeanor of a mature woman.
Dexter closed his eyes, and all that came to mind now were her virtues.
“When you are ungrateful and treacherous, it makes me want to kill you,” he whispered in the darkness.
After hearing that, Josie fell silent. “I’m not always ungrateful. You know, when we divorced, it was for your own good.”
After a long while, Dexter finally responded with a hum.
It was as if the two of them were embarked on paths so divergent that there was no turning back.