I cut her off as I flatly said, “I don’t care about the wedding dress. I’ll give it to you. I have no interest in fighting you for Brian. You’ll be the one marrying him, not me.”
Adeline was frozen by my words, completely caught off guard.
Ignoring her, I continued past her without a backward glance. My body was still weak, but I forced myself down the stairs step by step and pushed open the mansion’s front door. A cool breeze brushed against my face, clearing my head.
Brian’s empty gestures and fake concern meant nothing to me now. What I needed wasn’t to stay in this suffocating house. It was to prepare to leave in two days.
And to make sure that everyone who had hurt me paid the price.
I pulled out my phone and sent a message to my trusted friends.
[In two days, release all the evidence to every major media outlet. Immediately block the Wyatt and Herbert families’ critical technology.]
I made a promise to myself, ‘To the Wyatt Family and the Herbert Family, I will make you pay!’
Before I could put my phone back into my pocket, a hand suddenly clamped over my mouth and nose from behind. A strong, pungent smell filled my nostrils. My vision spun and went black.