Ditching Me for His 'Soulmate'? His Loss. Next Stop: My New Life novel Chapter 40

Chapter 6

“No matter how much you despise me, no matter how cruelly you treat me, I’m willing to accept it all. I only ask one thing—help me get revenge for Lucky,” Eliza cried out, her voice trembling with a mix of desperation and determination.

“If it’s for Lucky, I’d give you my very life,” Benson replied, his tone cold but resolute.

His eyes locked onto the fresh wounds decorating Eliza’s face, and a sharp pang twisted deep within his chest. He clenched his fists tightly, struggling to suppress the storm of emotions surging inside him. “Do you want to explain what happened two years ago?” he demanded, his voice low and rough.

Eliza hesitated, the weight of the past pressing down on her. Then, with a bitter edge to her words, she admitted, “It’s all my fault. I brought this on myself. I deserve every bit of it.”

Benson’s face hardened, the truth settling like a stone in his gut. The evidence Isolde had presented was undeniable. He had entertained the faint hope that maybe he’d misjudged Eliza, but now, all doubt was gone.

With a harsh shove, Benson flung open the door, causing Eliza to stumble and fall to the floor. “It was just a dog. So what if it’s dead?” he snapped.

Eliza’s heart shattered into a thousand pieces. Clutching desperately at his pant leg, she pleaded, her voice thick with anguish, “Benson!”

For a brief moment, his eyes flickered with something unspoken, but the cold indifference swiftly returned. Without hesitation, he kicked her away and pulled Isolde into a possessive embrace. “Cook up the rest of the dog meat. Everyone deserves a good meal,” he said without a trace of remorse.

Alone in the darkness, Eliza sat motionless from dusk until dawn, clutching Lucky’s worn-out toy as if it were a lifeline.

When her sight first faded, she had retreated into herself, spending countless days confined to her room, overwhelmed by hopelessness. Concerned she might lose herself entirely, Benson took her to a guide dog training school.

The moment she stepped inside, Lucky bounded over eagerly, nuzzling her as if they had been lifelong companions. The trainers warned that Lucky was the most mischievous and spirited dog they had seen, suggesting Eliza consider a calmer companion.

But she refused to let him go. She brought Lucky home, her constant companion in the dark.

Benson had grown fond of Lucky too, often saying the dog was like Eliza’s second pair of eyes. He promised to care for Lucky, ensuring he would grow up happy and healthy.

Yet now, Benson had allowed Isolde to kill him.

Eliza tightened her grip on Lucky’s toy, whispering softly, “Lucky, I’m leaving this place soon too. No matter what I lose, I will never forget you.”

Suddenly, footsteps echoed outside, followed by Isolde’s mocking voice cutting through the silence. “Benson and I are getting engaged tonight. We could use some extra help. You’re coming, whether you like it or not.”

Eliza turned toward the door calmly. “You don’t need to bother with me. I’ll be leaving soon.”

“Where do you think you’re going?” Isolde’s voice was sharp, her face paling as she glanced at Benson for support.

But Benson interrupted coldly, “I’ll ask you one last time. Where are you going?”

Anxiety crept over Eliza, her brow furrowing as she forced out a lie, “I want to go to the countryside, to the old house.”

A flicker of softness crossed Benson’s expression. “You’re staying right here. Try to leave, and you’ll regret it.”

Eliza nodded silently, unwilling to argue.

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Benson frowned as he looked at Eliza’s fragile frame. “Get some rest. I’ll send someone for you tonight.”

Isolde cast a jealous glance at Eliza. No matter the circumstances, Benson always showed Eliza special treatment. After the engagement party, Isolde vowed she wouldn’t let Eliza slip away so easily. She would make sure Eliza disappeared for good.

“Okay,” Eliza replied quickly, then hung up.

Hearing John’s voice nearby, she hurried toward him.

Only once she was safely inside John’s car did she finally relax.

As they approached the airport, her phone rang again.

“Hello, Simon,” she answered.

Simon’s voice was steady. “The video from the accident scene was tampered with, but I found footage from the relevant department. It’s a bit blurry, but you can clearly see the license plate and the driver. You were right—it wasn’t an accident. It was intentional.”

“I also checked the car registry. The brake failure on your car back then was deliberate. I’ve compiled the video and all related evidence. I’m sending it to you now.”

Eliza gripped the phone tightly, her voice shaking. “Could you send it to this email, Simon?” She gave him Benson’s private email address.

“Let Benson discover the truth himself. From now on, we’re done,” she thought bitterly.

As the plane prepared for takeoff, Benson’s call came through for the fourth time.

Eliza fumbled with her phone, pulled out the SIM card, snapped it in two, and tossed it into the trash.

As the plane lifted into the sky, she clenched her fists nervously.

Today marked the beginning of a new chapter in her life.