The Hero Stole My Lover, So I Decided to Steal the Hero's Lover Instead - Chapter 46-47

Chapter 46: Sheryl’s POV

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“So this is goodbye. Farewell, Sheryl.”

Clatter. Clatter, again. Something inside Sheryl shattered completely.

She had tried to gain everything, only to lose it all. She had made a critical mistake at one of life’s major crossroads. The branching paths of life… Whether they were right or wrong, you couldn’t really tell until you had walked down them a bit.

And once you choose one… The path to return would be closed. You could never go back. The path Sheryl had taken led to a dead end. No, not just a dead end—a sheer cliff, and below it, a bottomless pit of pitch-black darkness waiting for her.

And yet, she couldn’t go back.

How am I supposed to live from now on… All alone…?

She didn’t have any outstanding skills. If she had to name one asset, perhaps it was her beauty? But she no longer wanted to live by exploiting that beauty to its fullest. She didn’t want to keep living the way she had been until now. More than that… she hated everything.

This man had trampled all over Sheryl’s dignity. He had shattered everything into tiny, irreparable pieces.

Could she forgive him? Was it even right to forgive him?

No, I can’t forgive him… I won’t forgive him!

Sheryl had thrown Luke away and then Cain had thrown her away.

If that was her comeuppance… If it was her just deserts. Then wouldn’t it be just as fitting, just as deserved, for Cain, who had discarded Sheryl and so many others, to finally get what was coming to him?

That’s right. He needs to feel some pain for once…

She staggered. She wavered, ever so slightly. Sheryl stood up like a ghost. With empty eyes, she glared at Cain. And from her lips, twisted into a crazed smile, escaped a laugh.

“Heeheeheehee…”

It was a sound she had never made before. Cain watched her uncertain steps toward the kitchen with a puzzled, slightly wary look—like he was wondering what she was doing. But he didn’t try to stop her.

He just watched. From where Cain stood, he couldn’t see what she was doing. He couldn’t see her pick up the knife.

“Cain…”

With the blade concealed, Sheryl slowly began walking back toward him, one step at a time.

“…What is it?”

Cain was slightly on guard. Maybe his instincts as a Hero were sensing danger. But it wasn’t anything concrete. Which meant—he probably thought it was just his imagination.

“One last thing… Before we say goodbye… I want a kiss. Would that be okay?”

“A kiss? Sure, why not.”

Cain gave a lecherous grin and licked his lips. Sheryl wrapped both arms around Cain’s back. From her loose sleeve, she slowly drew out the knife she had hidden. Gripping the handle with both hands, she aimed the blade at his back.

Then she brought her lips close and kissed him. It was a deep kiss. Cain’s tongue entered Sheryl’s mouth.

Now!

Snap! Like a guillotine, her teeth clamped down on Cain’s tongue with full force.

“~~~~!?”

Cain let out a scream that couldn’t form into words and tried to shove Sheryl away. At that exact moment, Sheryl drove the knife into his back.

“Dieeeeee!”

The blade plunged in deep with a sickening squelch.

“Agh, guwaaaaahhhhhh!”

Cain, screaming in pain, shoved Sheryl away with all his might.

“You bitch!”

Blood gushed from Cain’s mouth and back. She hadn’t managed to bite off his tongue or kill him. But there was no doubt she’d inflicted serious damage. This was her chance. There was no turning back now.

Either she would kill Cain or be killed by him. There were only two options left.

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Chapter 47: Sheryl’s POV

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There was no turning back. Either she would kill Cain or be killed by him. There were only two options left.

I’ll kill him!

Cain pressed one hand over his mouth, and with the other, he yanked the kitchen knife from his back. A deep, guttural growl rumbled from him, like an enraged hunting dog.

Sheryl ran to the kitchen. She needed another weapon—a knife. There were two. She gripped one in each hand—

“Dieeeeeee!!”

—and charged at Cain, flailing both arms wildly in a blind frenzy. Normally, an amateur’s attack like this wouldn’t have landed on Cain, but the condition was anything but usual. Cain was shaken from the wounds to his mouth and back, writhing in pain.

The dull blades sliced into his arms and chest—not deeply, but enough to cut. Blood slowly began to seep through his clothes.

I can do it! I can do this!

Sheryl was elated. Her plan was working. Cain had underestimated the hatred of a woman scorned. That was why—even as a Hero—he’d let himself be backed into a corner like this.

And now, he would be killed by Sheryl.

“Die! Die! Die! Die! Die—”

“You’re the one who’s gonna die, damniiiit!”

Cain swung his fist with all his might and brought it down. It crashed into Sheryl’s face. The impact was strong enough to almost knock her unconscious. Her body flew back and slammed into the wall.

Her head struck the wall hard. When she touched her face, ready to cry, her hand came away soaked in blood. A nosebleed. Her nose had changed shape. It was broken.

He hit a woman in the face. Unbelievable. Unforgivable. She opened her mouth to protest—

“…Ugh… aah…”

But no words came out right. Her mouth tasted like blood. Maybe, like Cain, she had bitten her tongue.

When she was struck, she had dropped the knife in her left hand. Her grip had loosened. But in her right hand, she still held the other knife.

It’s not over… Not yet…

She thought about apologizing. Maybe she could still make it in time… No, it was too late. Far too late. Kill or be killed. That was all.

She had thought she could win and in truth, there had been a real chance. But for a combat novice like Sheryl, landing a fatal blow on a vital point had been too difficult.

She had no experience in fighting, barely any in even holding a kitchen knife. She didn’t really even know how to handle one properly.

It’s too soon… Too soon to give up…

She looked at the knife in her right hand. If she could just stab Cain again—deep—she could still be saved. Cain gripped the knife he had pulled from his own back.

A sadistic grin stretched across his face as he slowly, steadily closed the distance, step by step. He believed Sheryl could no longer move. He was letting his guard down.

Cain stood before her. Sheryl, slumped against the wall, looked up at him. He loomed over her.

“You… You really went and did it now, didn’t you, Sheryllll…”

Cain’s gaze fixed on the top of Sheryl’s head. He raised the knife in both hands. He was planning to plunge it straight down into her skull.

From where Sheryl was, aiming at his head or chest was difficult. To reach those places, she’d have to stand or jump. Her leg—whether broken or sprained—hurt too much to move.

From her position, what vulnerable spot could she reach? Where could she aim… Or at least, where she could easily aim?

There’s only one place…

A thought came to her mind and she set her sights—on that one spot.

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