Cheyenne appeared bloody in front of them, the unyielding fierceness and exhaustion in her eyes was startling.
No one knew how many battles she had been through to survive and make it to his side.
Just as she thought she was about to succeed, Cheyenne never expected to be greeted not by the dawn of victory.
But by the most desperate and darkest moment of her life!
From several meters away, Cheyenne could clearly hear the subtle sound of a blade cutting through skin and flesh.
She watched as Kelvin mercilessly plunged the knife into Omari’s chest.
A burst of warm blood spattered.
Droplets fell on both of their faces.
At the sound of her voice, Omari turned his head to look at her immediately.
Being able to see his loved one before dying, he felt his life was without regrets.
A slow smile curled at the corners of his mouth, elegantly shaped; his thick eyelashes framing his bright eyes watching her.
“Cheyenne, you’re here, I’m, I’m so glad.”
“In this journey of life, many disembark halfway, you don’t have to linger over me.”
“No! It’s not like that! I can’t believe this!!”
Cheyenne’s body froze in place, her mind replaying that brutal moment.
Omari’s smile seemed so fragile, as if he might vanish from before her eyes at any moment, making her feel uneasy.
“Why?” she asked loudly, tears in her eyes.
Why would he kill Omari?
The blood on her and the tears in her eyes stung Kelvin’s eyes; he felt her pain.
But as the plan had come this far, there was no turning back.
Kelvin had to suppress his feelings and feigned a decisively unloving cold demeanor.
He snorted coldly, “Don’t think I don’t know that you and Omari have been in touch all these years, you’ve been fooling around behind my back, thinking I was blind?”
“I haven’t!” Cheyenne instinctively argued.
Her relationship with Omari was nothing if not innocent.
Over the years, even if her heart hadn’t fully forgiven him, she believed she had behaved appropriately since they were together for the sake of their child.
“So this is how you see me. Kelvin, you’ve never trusted me!” Cheyenne said despairingly, each tear dropping intensely hot, as if on the tip of his heart.
How could he really not trust her?
With a bitter smile, Kelvin thought if he didn’t say these things, Hayden would never trust him to deal with Omari.
“I would trust you only if you did something worthy of my trust.”
“For the past five years, I have been humbly following you, yet before Benson and now Omari, Cheyenne, what do you take me for?”
“I even doubt whether those two kids are really mine.”
When he uttered the last sentence, he clearly saw a shock in Cheyenne’s pupils, anger mixed with fury in her eyes.
Damn, he went too far.
Omari too was shocked, watching Kelvin scold:
“You’ve gone too far, Kelvin. You can doubt me, but you shouldn’t distrust Cheyenne, nor should you say things that hurt her!”
Oliver and Cierra are of course Kelvin’s children.
If Kelvin didn’t want them, he’d be glad to be those little darlings’ stepfather.
Cheyenne never expected Kelvin would even doubt their children, laughing in self-mockery thick with disappointment.
“Alright then, Kelvin… Since you think they are not your children, so be it.”
“You wanted to kill Omari today? Fine, just kill me too!”
“You have the guts, come on!” Cheyenne shouted excitedly, grabbing his hand holding the dagger, steering the tip toward her heart. “Stab here, and all your doubts and anger will be gone. But please spare Omari-he’s innocent!”
“Cheyenne.” At her words, Omari suddenly coughed up a mouthful of fresh blood, splattering on the silvery ground.
Kelvin clenched the knife, too scared to move, fearing he might hurt Cheyenne.
He hadn’t expected Cheyenne to ask him to kill her for Omari’s sake.
Was Omari really that important to her?
Thinking this, although it was all an act, jealousy towards Omari bubbled up in Kelvin’s heart.
“You think you can do whatever you want because I love you? You really think I wouldn’t dare to kill you?”
“Then come on, you coward!” Cheyenne advanced angrily, watching as the blade pierced her sportswear, lifting his heart to his throat.
The next second, a high-pitched, sharp scolding echoed in his ears. “You, you really dare to kill me, Kelvin! You’re heartless!”
“You’re done, you really want to kill me now… Damn it, Kelvin, it’s one thing not to trust me, but to not even want your children.”
“Now you want to kill me too, you have the nerve to go further.”
“Damn it, thinking about spending a lifetime with someone as cold-hearted as you, I might as well end it now taking you with me!”
While crying, Cheyenne bowed her head looking around for a weapon.
The lab had nothing but glass vessels; she impulsively grabbed a round flask, smashed it, and used the sharp end to point at Kelvin.
Kelvin thought, ‘Cheyenne, are you serious!’
The scene of spousal betrayal indeed pleased Hayden’s love-deprived psyche.
He despised the drama of a happy family, a loving couple.
Hayden walked down slowly from the high platform, smiling as he approached Cheyenne.
“Beautiful things are just like mirages, all illusory and impractical.”
“When it comes down to life, nothing else seems to matter.”
“Human nature cannot stand the test, what wouldn’t people do to survive, right Mr. Foley?”
Kelvin nodded coldly and answered, “Yes.”
Hayden was exceptionally pleased to find someone who agreed with him.
“See, I told you we are the same kind.”
“Beautiful things need to be shredded bit by bit to feel achieved, and now I suddenly want to change the game rules.”
“Miss Lawrence, the choice is yours now. Omari and Kelvin, you can only take one and kill one. You choose.”
As his words fell, the atmosphere around suddenly froze.
Kelvin and Omari turned their heads to look at Cheyenne.
Clearly, they also wanted to know what she would choose.