Before Zivon could wheel them out the door, Xavia wriggled free from his arms before retorting, “…You’re wasting your time! Even if you get prosthetics, I’ll still hate the feeling of your icy cold prosthetics against my legs every time I wake up! Listen, I like someone with the full package, so just… Beat it! You’ll forever be a cripple in my eyes!”
Naturally, her response was excruciatingly painful to Zivon! Had she not been moved at all? Was it not clear that he couldn’t live with the knowledge of her being by Mark’s side…?!
“…Xav, didn’t you tell that salesman that there was nothing wrong with being disabled…? In fact, you even kept bragging about how exceptional I was in bed…! You also vowed never to leave my side, so… I… I know you still love me…!” replied the broken man as he attempted to take her hand…
Alas, she simply took a few steps back before retorting, “It’s true that I used to love you, but once you became a cripple, I began seeing all the problems between us. Aside from your legs, there were also your constant temper issues and distrust. Following that, it didn’t take long for me to realize that I’d never truly be happy with you!”
“Mark, on the other hand, cherishes me from head to toe, and what’s more, he was better than you in bed! Putting all that aside, I’ve said it once, and I’ll say it again! A cripple has no right to tell me what to do!”
Watching as she began striding off, the anxious Zivon immediately attempted to get to his feet to pull her back… but barely a step later, he ended up tumbling to the ground.
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