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He was reach, handsome and most importantly, a successful businessman at the young age of twenty-three. The success didn't make him a good person, He was Spoiled and egoist who was habitual of naming the price for everything. She was a sweet, simple, well-mannered and righteous person who was always ready to lend a helping hand. She wasn't any well-known successful figure but she had what it takes to be successful, a strong willpower. One day he crossed the boundary she had made, and as expected of the righteous heroine– she welcomed him with a tight slap. Then comes the Ego! how dare she! He plotted the Revenge! He faked to be in love with her, married her, slept with her and the final touch– he divorced her! But he did one mistake- in the process of faking to be in love, he was not supposed to actually fall for her. When she was finally gone from his life, he realized his own feelings. He realized how he was used to of her loving gaze, the warmth in her smile and her care for him. But it was too late. She was gone from his life without leaving any traces. ................. Six years later she was back, but she wasn't the same sweet and simple girl anymore, She was the cold-blooded CEO! His ex wife was now a ruthless queen of business world. Now she had only one principle in her life "Betray me and I'll destroy you" .............. Meeting her for the second time was like a chance to survival for him but she being completely changed, it surely wasn't going to be any simple journey. ............ Accompany me in the journey of Lucy Carl and Li Xuan's love and hate relationship. Any constructive criticisms are very much welcomed here.
"No." He said as he looked into her eyes. "I didn't love you, not even for a moment." He knew his words had crushed her, left her broken into so many pieces that couldn't be counted. Somehow, it was disturbing him, but he refused to acknowledge that feeling. Afterall, it was his own plan to make her fall in love, and then break her mercilessly.
"No?" She asked, finding it hard to believe in his words.
"No." He spat out the venomous word with great difficulty. He saw the last ray of hope leaving her face as she staggered back, as if someone had physically hit her.
Now he was expecting an outburst from her. Maybe she would cry, or perhaps she would get angry and would give him a slap like she had done before. But none of this happened. The woman surprised him like always. She took one step, then two, and finally reached him-and wrapped her arms around him. Tightly.
He felt a tug in his heart. And he realised, it was a goodbye. A voice screamed in in his mind: stop her. The voice was begging him to extinguish the fire which was probably going to burn him down. The voice of his conscience.
