Ever since, every time I saw that scar, I remembered the man who had risked his life for me.
But now, he dismissed it with a single casual lie—"I fell as a kid."
He was the one who had abandoned our shared past first.
Swallowing the lump in my throat, I forced a polite smile.
"So, Brother-in-law, are you here to handle Darwin's funeral?"
Before he could answer, Sydney tightened her grip on his arm.
"Thanks to Nadine, the funeral was arranged beautifully. But Rence came back especially to see me."
Darwin smiled at me, explaining, "She likes to act spoiled. Don't mind her. I'm here to read Darwin's will. We'll meet tomorrow at the Herrera family estate."
He always used that line—she's just a girl who likes to act spoiled—to excuse the harm Sydney caused me.
Six months after our wedding, Sydney had barged into our bedroom under the pretense of wanting to see our home renovations, then scratched a deep gouge across our wedding photo. The jagged edge told me it was no accident.
But Darwin had said, "She's just a young girl. How could she think of something so malicious?"