A laugh slipped from his lips.
Low. Amused.
Like I had said something ridiculous.
"Yes," Cheng said softly. "You're the one who did everything for me."
His smirk deepened.
"Good… or bad."
His fingers brushed my cheek—wiping away a tear I hadn't even noticed.
I jerked back.
Too late.
His hand caught my chin, thumb pressing firmly against my jaw, forcing me to look at him.
"But I'm the only one," he murmured, voice dropping, "who has the right to give you karma."
I wrenched free, my grip tightening on his collar.
"What karma?"
The words came out sharp.
Demanding.
The silence between us turned heavy—thick enough to choke on.
"You destroyed my life," I said again, quieter this time. "And you're talking about karma?"
Cheng leaned back slightly, completely at ease despite my hold on him. His fingers adjusted his tie, calm… controlled.
"You deserved it."
The words hit harder than anything else.
My breath caught.
For a second, everything blurred.
Memories flashed—late nights, quiet conversations, promises that felt real.
My grip tightened.
"What… do you mean?" I asked, my voice no longer steady.
His eyes darkened.
Something raw flickered beneath that calm surface.
Then—
His hand suddenly fisted my collar.
In one sharp motion, he shoved me back.
My body hit the sofa.
Before I could react, he was already there—above me, pinning me down, his weight pressing just enough to trap.
Our faces inches apart.
His gaze burned into mine.
"You really don't remember?" he asked quietly.
Dangerously.