I suddenly wanted to laugh.
They were the ones who had ruined me, left me less than human. And now that they had gotten what they wanted, they dared to act remorseful? Who were they trying to fool?
I forced a weak smile, my cracked lips barely moving. "Get some sleep. Those dark circles—how are you supposed to be a groom like that?"
Wyatt visibly relaxed at my attempt at humor. He lay down on the bedside cot and soon drifted into a steady sleep.
Watching his even breaths, I slowly reached for the phone he had left on the nightstand.
The moment I unlocked it, the screen lit up with his wallpaper—a photo of the three of them.
Henry stood in the middle, grinning widely, an arm slung around each of them.
I opened the photo album.
Thousands upon thousands of pictures—every single one capturing moments of the three of them together. Trips, celebrations, everyday life.
In one video, Clara—who had never so much as lifted a finger in the kitchen—stood proudly behind a three-tiered cake she had made herself, laughing as she playfully smeared frosting on Henry’s nose.
For his birthday, she had gifted him the deed to a luxury villa in the heart of the city which was worth billions.