Harrison's POV
“Fine. Spend the rest of your life clinging to that pettiness of yours.”
With that, Abigail turned and went to take a shower.
My heart clenched sharply. After a long moment, I let out a quiet sigh.
The girl who once kissed me in the rain, who swore she would love only me for the rest of her life, had died somewhere in this chaotic, glittering world.
That night, Abigail opened the bedroom door.
But I never went in.
Early the next morning, my sister sent me a message.
[Bro, just wait and enjoy the show.]
I couldn’t help but feel a flicker of anticipation. Then I went to the hospital with Abigail.
As soon as we arrived, a nurse rushed over.
“Dr. Mason! Please go check on Mr. Price. Something’s happened to him!”
Abigail’s face changed instantly. She hurried after the nurse, nearly twisting her ankle in her panic.
I curled my lips into a faint smile and followed behind.
Inside the director’s office, Logan was hiding in the corner, wearing nothing but his underwear.
Not only his head, but even his eyebrows had been completely shaved off.
His entire body was covered in tattoos of half a butterfly.
The only difference was that the letters hidden inside the designs weren’t initials anymore.
They were replaced with words jerk, idiot, and gay.
I almost laughed out loud.
That was my little sister for you—truly worthy of her title as the Capital’s Social Powerhouse. This was exactly my kind of justice.
“Logan, who did this to you?”
Ignoring all propriety, Abigail rushed forward and pulled him into her arms, her eyes filled with pain and concern.
Logan lifted his head and stared straight at me. With absolute certainty in his voice, he pointed at me and accused, “It was you! No one else hates me enough to do this! I’m just a country bumpkin! I just like playing harmless jokes! Why would you make me suffer this kind of humiliation and torture? I just want to die! I want to die!”
As soon as he finished shouting, he scrambled to his feet and charged toward the window, only to be held back tightly by Abigail.
“Logan. Don’t be afraid. I’ll make sure you get justice.”
She kept comforting him. Her eyes brimmed with tears, and a few drops fell.
It dragged me right back to that rainy night.
Almost the same look, same expression.
So, that was it.
Her love had changed hands.
Her heart had flown far away.
“Harrison!” Abigail’s furious shout snapped me out of my thoughts. “I’m realizing you’re getting more and more vicious! Just because Logan shaved your head, you take it this far and bully him like this? Have you no shame?”
“He shaved my head,” I said coldly, letting out a laugh. “I returned the favor. Now we’re even. Besides, doesn’t he like getting couple tattoos with you? I just helped him out. One more tattoo means one more declaration of love for you.”
Abigail’s face darkened instantly. She clenched her teeth and said, “Logan and I are not that kind of relationship. I value his talent, potential, and thoughtfulness. Not someone like you—petty, unreasonable, always stirring up trouble. Not someone as malicious as you!”
I never imagined that one day, Abigail would describe me with words like these.
All that sincerity, fed straight to the dogs.
“Let’s get a divorce. If you think he’s so great, then go be with him,” I said with finality.
I didn’t want to waste any more breath arguing. I dropped those words and turned to leave.
But behind me, Logan’s dissatisfied voice rang out.
“Abigail, didn’t you say you’d get justice for me? You’re just letting him walk away like this? Won’t everyone think I’m easy to bully now? That they can humiliate me whenever they want? You lied to me! I really wish I could just die right now!”
