The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

Enrico stood there motionless, watching her as she steadily walked toward him, and when she finally reached him, his breath caught for a moment.

Paige lifted her eyes to meet his gaze and spoke, “Sit down.”

“Oh.”

Enrico sat down, and Paige sat next to him, both facing the camera.

This time, it was a true union.

At the moment the light flashed, both of them smiled, and even the curve of their lips matched perfectly.

Carrie and Jaden stood behind the photographer, silently watching the photoshoot, smiling involuntarily.

Under the strong lighting, time seemed to freeze.

—

On the way back, Paige drove as usual.

The man beside her, in stark contrast to his earlier mood, was now flipping through their two marriage certificates with great enthusiasm. Paige glanced at him and saw Enrico’s face full of pride, his lips curved in such a smug arc that he might as well have “I’m the best” carved onto his face.

Wasn’t he conflicted? Weren’t there supposed to be doubts? Anger?

Men really are masters of saying one thing and doing another.

As Paige thought this, she couldn’t help but smile. “Is it that fascinating?”

“Yeah, just making sure they didn’t print anything wrong,” Enrico replied seriously, flipping through the marriage certificate again.

There was only one page in the certificate-there wouldn’t be a single misplaced word, let alone a missing petal from a flower, that he wouldn’t notice.

As she drove through the night, even the streetlights seemed especially pleasant. Paige asked with a smile, “I thought you’d be mad since I forced you into this.”

After all, during the entire registration process, he had been surprisingly compliant.

“Mad?” Enrico raised his eyes to look at her, suddenly remembering that he was, by rights, supposed to be angry. He leaned toward her, narrowing his eyes as he coldly said, “The last person to point a gun at me has already been cremated.”

Paige fell silent.

“But you get a pass. After all, you’re my woman, and of course, a man should spoil his own woman.”

Enrico’s expression immediately softened, and he leaned back, proudly holding the marriage certificate. “Hey, I tried to stop you, but you insisted on marrying me. You only have yourself to blame. Just don’t come complaining when you’re lonely in your old age.”

She was so determined to be with him, what choice did he have? His charm was irresistible.

Listen to him. Is that even something a person should say? He’s lucky and yet playing coy.

Paige could barely handle it. She was beginning to suspect this whole drama was a ruse to make her register with him sooner.

She drove steadily, casting a sidelong glance at the smug man beside her, and said flatly, “Well, I doubt I’ll be lonely. I’ve got money, I can keep myself looking good. Even if I get old, I’ll still be a gorgeous grandma. Worst case, I could always find a younger guy, someone like how you were when you lost your memory.”

Enrico’s hand froze, clutching the marriage certificate, the smile vanishing from his face as he glared at her darkly. “Are you serious?”

“Let’s cross that bridge when we get there. Besides, who knows if you’ll live long enough? After all, people with mental issues sometimes live a long life,” Paige said evasively.

“Paige.” Enrico’s voice darkened as he called her name.

“Hmm?”

Enrico slowly raised his hand, placing it at the back of her neck. It was a light grip, tinged with both intimacy and a hint of danger. “If I live past seventy, you should consider euthanasia. We’ll leave this world together.”

He said it so casually, as if once past seventy, life wouldn’t matter anymore.

“Why?” Paige asked, puzzled.

Enrico tightened his grip on her neck. “Because if I’m still alive past seventy and you go off with someone else, I can’t handle the shame.”

Paige almost couldn’t hold back her laughter. She forced herself to remain serious and asked, “So before seventy, if you die, I can find someone else?”

Enrico took a sharp breath, gritting his teeth. “Are you hoping I die young?”

“No, I’m just following your train of thought, considering all possibilities for the future.”

“Don’t even think about it.” Enrico nearly spat the words through clenched teeth. “Trust me, to keep my head unburdened, I’ll make sure I live at least two days longer than you.”

He wasn’t planning on dying anytime soon!

“Pfft-” Paige couldn’t hold back her laughter any longer. With one hand on the steering wheel, she used the other to swat his hand away. “Alright, we just got our marriage certificate, and this is what we’re talking about? Is this appropriate?”

Honestly.

Who talks about euthanasia and cheating after getting married?

“You started it,” Enrico grumbled, withdrawing his hand.

“I’m hungry. Let’s find a place to eat something,” Paige said.

“Okay,” Enrico muttered, still holding onto the marriage certificate, entirely unfazed by hunger.

By this time, it was late, and most of the stores had their lights on but doors tightly closed.

Eventually, Paige grabbed two burgers from a 24-hour fast food joint and parked the car in an empty football field.

Under the night sky, scattered lights illuminated the field. The stadium seating looked cold under the moonlight.

Paige led Enrico to one of the rows of seats and opened up the food packaging. She handed him a burger and noticed he was still clutching the marriage certificate. “Aren’t you hungry? Eat something first.”

“I’m not hungry,” Enrico muttered but still reached out to take the burger. Upon seeing it, his brows furrowed. “A burger?”

“Yeah.” Paige looked at him curiously. Didn’t he see what she bought when she got out of the car? Oh, right, his eyes were glued to the marriage certificate.

“We just registered, and you’re eating this junk food?” Enrico’s frown deepened.

“…”

Paige looked at him in confusion. “Is there a tradition for what we’re supposed to eat after registering?”

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Enrico sighed, clearly exasperated by her lack of understanding. “At the very least, we should have a proper meal, not this junk food. Let me take you somewhere nice.”

Where’s the sense of occasion?

As he said this, Enrico reached out to pull her up, but Paige quickly stopped him. “No, no, your fancy meals take too long. I’m really hungry now, I can’t wait.”

She hadn’t eaten dinner, and her stomach had been growling for a while-she didn’t want any more delays.

Enrico looked down at her, seeing that she was genuinely starving. He couldn’t bring himself to insist. “Fine, but at least let’s have a traditional toast. You sit here, I’ll go buy something.”

“…”

She had never realized how much of a traditionalist he was.

Paige thought for a moment, then rummaged through the bag and pulled out two cups of cola. She inserted straws into both and handed him one. “How about a toast with cola? I still have to drive later, so I can’t drink alcohol.”

“…”

Enrico stood there, his face darkening with frustration.

He sat back down heavily, glaring at her with displeasure. “Paige, you’re treating this registration too casually.”