“As I thought. You still don’t understand what mistake you’ve made. You don’t value Debbii’s life, and you don’t trust me.”
With that, he gave me one last cold look, turned, and left without hesitation.
I carefully folded the divorce agreement, a bitter smile curling on my lips.
How could I still trust him?
The last time I trusted him, my brother was thrown into prison, and my mom was left on the brink of death, trapped in a coma.
If I offered my trust again, the only thing waiting for me might be death itself.
With that thought, I arranged everything for my mom, then turned and went back to the villa.
Not long after Bryson left, the screen of my phone displayed a message from Debbii.
I didn’t know where she’d gotten my number, but judging from today, she had been planning this for a long time.
I opened the video, and there he was—Bryson’s anxious figure filling the screen.
“Debbii, don’t worry. I’ve settled everything with Hedy. No one will send you to prison, no one will hurt you. I promise.”
As he spoke, he pulled her gently into his arms, his eyes holding the same tenderness he once reserved for me.
At that moment, I felt my heart shatter.