Chapter 1406: Intermission 4: The Judgement (5)

Julius’s POV

I grit my teeth so hard that my jaw started hurting while staring at the sight of that bitch getting fucked by that bastard.

Just looking at it felt wrong.

My instincts were practically screaming at me to look away, to turn around, to stop watching before my brain melted out of my ears from how unbearable the scene was becoming. At the same time, my body refused to move. I stood there like some pathetic idiot, frozen in place while my eyes stayed locked onto the sight in front of me.

Powerless.

That word alone made my stomach twist.

So this was what Charlotte had become now.

A woman willingly spreading herself open for another man.

A woman moaning for him.

A woman letting herself get used however he wanted.

At this point, she really was nothing more than his toy.

The thought alone made disgust crawl up my throat so violently that I almost wanted to throw up right there. Honestly, if I had eaten anything earlier, it probably would’ve ended badly for the floor.

My chest tightened painfully.

Hatred burned through me so intensely that it almost felt hot enough to scorch my insides, but mixed into all of that anger was another feeling that made everything worse.

Pain.

Real pain.

By now, I should’ve already moved on from Charlotte. I had repeated that to myself over and over again for who knows how long. She was supposed to be someone from my past. Someone I didn’t care about anymore. Someone I wanted absolutely nothing to do with.

Someone I wanted dead.

That was what I kept telling myself.

After all, she was the one who chose another man over me even though I was obviously the better choice. Smarter. More capable. More worthy of standing beside her. Yet somehow, she still turned her back on me like I meant nothing.

That betrayal twisted me into the person I was now.

So why the hell did my chest still hurt like this?

Why did it feel like someone was slowly crushing my heart in their hand while forcing me to watch this entire thing?

I hated her. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

At least, I was supposed to.

Thinking that I still had feelings for Charlotte should’ve sounded ridiculous to me. Pathetic, honestly. There was no way someone as insignificant as her should still matter this much.

Yet my heart didn’t seem to care about logic.

Even after all the betrayals.

Even after all the humiliation.

Even after she destroyed parts of me that I don’t think could ever fully recover.

Some part of me still loved her.

That realization alone felt like another stab straight into my chest.

Funny thing is, I had spent so long trying to deny it that I almost convinced myself it was gone. Turns out my feelings were just sitting there quietly in the background, waiting for the perfect moment to punch me in the face.

And wow, they picked a terrible time to wake up.

Right now, I was being forced to watch the woman I once loved getting folded in half by the person I hated most in this world.

That bastard.

The same man who had done nothing but destroy everything around him.

The same man who kept taking things from me over and over again like the world itself was mocking me personally.

"Aaahh...~ It’s reaching so deeeppp...~! I’m going to cummm...~!"

The moment her voice echoed out like that, something inside me snapped.

It genuinely felt like the light inside my eyes exploded apart for a second. My mind couldn’t process it properly. Charlotte’s voice sounded distorted in my head, almost unreal, yet painfully clear at the same time.

I hated hearing her sound like that.

I hated how good she sounded.

I hated the fact that she was making those sounds for him.

Still, despite knowing I should stop watching, I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the scene.

That honestly disgusted me more than anything else.

Because deep down, I knew I should’ve walked away already.

Yet there I was, still staring through the wall like some miserable creep ruining his own sanity in real time.

Charlotte was completely pinned beneath him, held down so thoroughly that all she could do was take it while he kept pounding into her. She looked helpless. Completely overwhelmed.

And somehow, my eyes kept drifting back toward her face.

That expression.

That stupid expression.

The elegant noblewoman I used to know was gone.

Charlotte always carried herself with this calm grace around me before. Even when she smiled, there was always restraint behind it, like she was carefully controlling herself.

That version of her didn’t exist anymore.

What I saw now was completely different.

Her face was flushed.

Her eyes looked unfocused.

Pleasure kept spilling across her expression so openly that it almost didn’t feel like I was looking at the same person anymore.

It felt wrong.

And for some reason, my body reacted to it.

My cock suddenly hardened so fast that it actually startled me.

"What the hell...?"

I could barely even process it.

Out of all the possible reactions my body could’ve had, this was the one thing I didn’t want.

The erection became painfully hard almost immediately, throbbing so much that it honestly felt like it might burst. Blood rushed downward while my brain practically short-circuited from humiliation.

I wanted to punch myself.

Actually, scratch that, I wanted to jump off a cliff.

Yet even then, my eyes stayed glued to the scene like they had completely betrayed me.

Charlotte’s trembling body.

The sounds coming from her mouth.

The way that bastard handled her so easily.

All of it kept dragging me deeper into this disgusting feeling I couldn’t escape from.

Then she orgasmed.

"NNnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnNnnhhh...!"

The sound pushed me over the edge instantly.

My semen spurted against the wall before I even realized what was happening. I wasn’t touching myself. My hands hadn’t moved at all.

My body just reacted on its own.

For a moment, my mind went completely blank.

Silence filled my head.

Then the realization hit me all at once.

I actually came while watching that.

A bitter laugh almost escaped my throat from how unbelievably pathetic it was.

My pride shattered so violently that it honestly felt physical. I could practically feel the pieces breaking apart inside me one by one.

Was I really this weak?

Was I seriously the kind of man whose pride could collapse from watching another man fuck the woman he loved?

Part of me wanted to deny it.

Another part already knew the answer.

Seeing Charlotte make those expressions for him hurt enough already, but the thing that completely destroyed me was the comparison I couldn’t stop making.

That bastard’s penis was monstrously huge compared to mine.

There was no point pretending otherwise.

The difference was humiliatingly obvious.

At that point, my pride never stood a chance.

Whatever confidence I used to have was dead.

Even if I looked away now, it wouldn’t fix anything. It wouldn’t magically restore the version of myself that existed before this moment. That person was gone already.

The prideful Julius from the past had shattered into pieces somewhere during this entire mess.

Slowly, I lowered my head and pressed my forehead against the wall.

The cold surface felt strangely comforting against my skin.

"I wanna die..."