Chapter 5: The Final Goodbye

Even though I ignored him, he kept sending apology texts. I decided to see him one last time, to give him the truth.

A month later, right before New Year’s, it started snowing. He looked haggard, defeated.

That day, I drove a red Corvette. He arrived on a beat-up scooter. I wore a fur coat, sitting in my car, watching him lazily. His nose and ears were red from the cold, snow on his coat. His pride and vanity were crushed.

He stared at me, eyes red:

"Savannah…"

Pathetic. His voice even choked up.

I wondered what he could possibly say now.

He asked, tentative:

"Can I buy you a coffee?"

I froze, then remembered. There was a coffee shop nearby—when we’d just graduated, I often had him buy me coffee there. It was cheap, just $2 a cup. Back then, his salary was only a couple grand a month. I picked that shop so he wouldn’t feel pressured.

Over time, he started thinking I only deserved cheap coffee, nothing better.

I snorted.

"Hard pass—your 'treats' feel dirty."

His face went pale. He dropped his head.

"Savannah, you really won’t forgive me… I even gave you my parents’ house…"

I cut him off:

"You think I need a house?"

I pointed to the city’s busiest district:

"See those buildings? My dad developed them five years ago."

He was speechless.

Right then, I handed him the dossier Lucas had compiled on Emily:

"Read it. Don’t ever contact me again. I don’t go back to old flames—especially rotten ones."

He flipped through a couple pages, his face turning ashen.

Just then, Lucas called:

"Sis, I’ve had someone watching Emily. She keeps going to the hospital."

I wasn’t surprised:

"She’s pregnant. Isn’t that normal?"

Lucas laughed:

"Depends on which department. She’s not seeing OB-GYN—she’s seeing infectious diseases. Guess what she has? Secondary syphilis!"

I was silent.

After hanging up, I looked at Evan and gave him one last warning:

"Evan, better get yourself checked out. Maybe the virus you caught isn’t the only one."

His face changed, lips trembling:

"What do you mean?"

I smirked:

"What do you think?"

He’d read Emily’s file. He knew exactly what I meant.

He didn’t dare delay, hopped on his scooter, and left—probably straight to the hospital.

The last I heard, after his test results, he exploded and beat Emily so badly she miscarried. She nearly died from blood loss and would never have children again. Evan was jailed for assault. Both tested positive for syphilis. Their lives were completely ruined.