If I had lived by my own will, if I had cut ties with Lavinia earlier, my mother would still be alive.
But reality gave no second chances, only the cruel truth.
Without telling anyone, I quietly brought my mother back to our hometown and buried her alone.
After the funeral, I called my superior.
“You agreed to my last suggestion.”
“Leave in three days.”
Right after I hung up, Lavinia called.
Without thinking, I cut the call and went to a bar to drink alone.
I didn’t return until very late. The moment I walked in, I saw a man and a woman tangled together on the sofa.
“Lavinia, say you love me the most.”
“All right, hmm! I only love you, I’ll never marry Phineas.”
“Wherever you go, you have to take me. Don’t ever look down on me.”
If Lavinia showed even a hint of hesitation, Cedric would punish her in bed until she gave in.
They were so lost in their frenzy that they didn’t even notice I was standing there, watching it all.
Heartbroken? To see my fiancée, with my own eyes, bringing home a killer and throwing herself at him?
No, there was no heartbreak. Only disgust. Only rage.
Cedric finally turned his head and met my eyes with open provocation, yet he never once stopped.