Two hours ago, Elijah had been at the hospital, whispering sweet nothings to Scarlett.
Now, he stood at the door in an apron, smiling like the devoted fiancé he pretended to be.
"Dear, rehabilitation must have been exhausting, right? I made you some bone broth. It’ll help you recover faster!"
His gaze brimmed with tenderness, his voice rich with concern, just like the man who once swore to love me, to cherish me, to stand by my side forever.
If I hadn’t seen him with Scarlett at the hospital, if I hadn’t heard their whispered truths, I might have believed him.
Might have let that warmth seep into my frozen heart.
But now, all I saw was the lie.
His love had never been mine.
It had always belonged to the very woman who shattered my legs.
He was willing to sacrifice our marriage, to pretend to love me, all just to issue a letter of forgiveness for her.
He even had a son with her.
During dinner, my mother suddenly teared up, her gaze lingering on the dishes before her. She wiped at her eyes, her expression heavy with sorrow.
Elijah immediately put down his spoon and fork, his face filled with concern as he asked what was wrong.
My father let out a long sigh, gently patting her back.