His Personal Fucktoy? This Doll Just Snatched His Strings... And His World Is Unraveling novel Chapter 90

Chapter 4

Just before I lost consciousness, the police broke down the door. Ethan and I were both taken to the police station. Four of my fingernails were cracked and bleeding, there were visible choke marks around my neck, a blood clot on the back of my head, and countless bruises all over my body. Yet, because Ethan had a scratch on his face and his hoodie was torn, we were both brought into the mediation room under the pretense of “domestic conflict.” A female officer in her forties brought us hot tea and began lecturing us. She went on about how couples argue but shouldn’t let things get out of hand, how marriage isn’t a game, and how conflicts like ours could be resolved without such confrontation. I quietly listened to her long–winded speech. In the end, she said, “If one day your daughter’s father in law and mother–in–law are also rented by your son–in–law, I hope you’ll forgive him.” After that, I quickly signed the non filing notice with my name and left the police station without looking back.

Walking down the brightly lit street, I realized I hadn’t had time to put on a heavy coat. The cold wind stung my shoulders, making my joints ache. My phone screen flickered on and off, full of messages from Ethan–some apologetic, some insulting, and others with seemingly calm, long–winded explanations I didn’t bother reading a single one and sent all of his contacts to the blacklist. The phone quieted down, and so did I. Looking at the lock screen photo of Ethan and me together, I thought: Has my world collapsed just because of Ethan? I have loving parents, a well–paying job, and I’m not alone in this city. So what if I chose the wrong person? I still have the capital to turn things around.

I decided not to torture myself with the cold wind anymore. Instead, I found a convenience store to escape the wind and called my childhood friend and best friend, Kitty Brown. With her by my side, I went to the hospital for a check–up and to document my injuries as evidence. During the examination, she wouldn’t stop talking. First, she wanted to sue Ethan for attempted murder. Then she talked about finding a few strong men to teach him a lesson. After a while, she hugged me, heartbroken. “Marina, what are you going to do next?”

I gripped my phone, staring at the wedding photo on my lock screen that I hadn’t yet deleted. “It’s not a big deal. He’s just a scumbag. He’ll pay the price for what he did.”

A long time ago, I had come across a comment on a social media platform that said, “I’m glad you recognized the scumbag at the first moment, but unfortunately, the scumbag is now back on the market.” To make sure Ethan never found another victim, I immediately took photos of my injuries. Along with the hospital report, and after communicating with the landlady, I obtained the rental agreement. I uploaded everything to my social media, pinning it at the top. I detailed the real reason for the breakdown of my relationship with Ethan and publicly apologized, canceling the wedding.

In no time, my parents, relatives, friends, and classmates all came to offer their support. Except for my parents and a few true friends, I didn’t respond to anyone. I knew some people didn’t genuinely care about me. They were just here to watch my downfall. I reassured my parents, telling them not to come for now, that I would keep them updated daily. If I ever needed their help. I wouldn’t hesitate to ask–I would never bear the burden alone.

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After leaving the office building and while waiting for the elevator, I saw Ethan from a distance. He was holding the thick notebook under his arm, walkier into another law firm on the same floor. Kitty tugged at my sleeve and asked, “How is it that this jerk is also consulting a lawyer?” I shrugged and replent com course, he knows that I’m ready to sever ties with him, and his days ahead won’t be easy. People like him don’t just sit back and accept their fate. I bet he to ask the lawyer how much he can demand I return, and those so–called things he’s ‘owed.”

“Marina. I have to say, you’re really impressive. Most people would have lost their composure in a situation like this, but you stayed so calm,” Kitty said, giving me a thumbs up.

“Honestly. I’m not that calm. I just let all my anger out that afternoon. Now, all I want is for Ethan to suffer,” I replied helplessly, spreading my hands. “But, at least the heavens are on my side. If I hadn’t seen him here today, we wouldn’t have had time to prepare.”

That’s true, who knows what that shameless jerk might do next?” she replied.

Later that evening, a WhatsApp message from someone I hadn’t heard from in a while popped up. After thinking for a while, I finally remembered who it was. It was one of Ethan’s colleagues, whom he had added me to contact a year ago when he needed my help to download a file. I’m not someone who’s overly sensitive, so when I was dating Ethan for three years, I never interfered in his social life. Combined with Ethan’s intentional secrecy. I had been kept in the dark for so long. This girl wasted no time and sent me several screenshots. The screenshots were of a post on Ethan’s Facebook account, where he had apologized for his actions but implied that I was the one who was hypocritical and materialistic. He claimed that he was too insecure and loved me so much that he couldn’t leave me, which was why he resorted to such a foolish tactic. He had even turned the notebook he threw at my face into a ‘love diary.‘ The contents he showcased included details of large transfers and expensive gifts during trivial holiday celebrations.

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