After 100 Twisted Games Goodbye Ex-Husband Chapter 02
I Was Not The Special One
The moment his figure disappeared, my tears finally broke free.
The game was never fair. Whoever he loved would win.
Now I was not the one he loved anymore.
I wiped my eyes. Grabbed the wine glass on the table. Drank it all in one go.
Outside, I clutched my aching chest. My hands shook as I dialed a number.
“You want to get married? Fine. I agree. See you at the wedding in seven days.”
—
When I got home, I took several painkillers.
I’d survived ninety-nine rounds. My body could handle pain. But today, for some reason, it hurt more than usual.
I stared at the wedding photo on the wall.
By round ninety-nine, Julian had already taken me to get wedding photos done.
I’d laughed and asked if that broke the rules.
He’d smirked. “My game. My rules. And you’re always the reason I break them.”
But now, for someone else, he’d not only broken the rules—he’d watched me get shot like some kind of clown.
That night, Julian didn’t come home.
I saw the video Bella sent me.
Julian with Bella. In every corner of his most luxurious mansion. Evidence of their passion everywhere.
The rare black pearl he’d bought me last month at auction? He had it in his mouth now. Rolling it over Bella’s skin. Making her scream.
Julian looked feral with lust. I had never seen him like that.
“Hazel, you see how addicted he is to me. If you know what’s good for you, leave.”
I stared at the message.
My fingers went white gripping my phone.
I forced the tears back.
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When I’d first met Julian, my Nana had just been diagnosed with severe heart disease.
We couldn’t afford the hospital bills.
Julian appeared like a god.
Paid Nana’s fees.
Handed me a ticket to the elimination games.
He looked at me like prey. A smile on his lips.
“It’s just a game. Play it right, and you’ll only benefit.”
Even though I wasn’t part of the elite world, I’d heard the rumors. Julian was twisted.
He held these games because the woman he loved had betrayed him years ago.
After that, he stopped believing in love. He played with emotions for fun. Wanted to see how far women would go to marry him.
But I took the ticket anyway.
I needed money. I needed to save Nana’s life.
—
In the game, Julian called himself the King. Sat on his throne. Watched countless women fight for the role of Queen.
I gritted my teeth through ninety-nine rounds.
Extreme bungee jumping. Locked in a box with snakes.
Holding my breath underwater for seven minutes. Eating live spiders.
Things that made others scream and break down—I endured them all in silence.
One game involved skydiving.
A competitor grabbed the only parachute. Slashed my arm with a knife. Left me stranded.
The plane hovered over the ocean. In my despair, a crackling voice came through my earpiece. Julian’s voice. Amused.
“You’ve won over forty rounds. Didn’t think you’d die here. Any last words?”
I closed my eyes. “Transfer the medical fees to my Nana’s account.”
I heard his low laugh through the static.
Then I jumped.
—
When they pulled me out, I was in the ICU.
Julian came to see me later. His eyes dark.
“I’m counting this as a win for you. I changed my mind. The rule was whoever’s boldest wins.”
“Still want to play? If you quit now, you get a hundred million.”
When he said it, his smile was self-mocking.
His eyes, lonely.
Something in my heart stirred.
I didn’t answer. Just pulled him into a hug.
Julian froze. Then, suddenly, he looked overjoyed.
He grabbed the back of my head and kissed me deeply.
“Hazel, from now on, you’re mine. I’ll give you everything.”
He threw money at me. Bought me mansions. Gave me ten percent of his company’s shares. Brought me into his world. Made people call me “ma’am.”
Even when his old flame came back—tried to humiliate me publicly, begged him to come back—he didn’t hesitate.
He smashed a bottle over the woman’s head.
Then he said, “Anyone else want to insult my queen? Step forward.”
Julian’s favoritism made everyone think I was special.
Made *me* think I was special. That I could make him believe in love again.
But tonight, I finally understood.
It was all in my head.
