The final stage of desensitization.
Once she had cried out all her tears, she would leave—swiftly, cleanly, without ever looking back.
Blayne tightened his hold around Valerie’s waist. “Go back the way you came. My family’s party doesn’t need someone as manipulative and disgraceful as you. You’re not fit to be my wife, let alone my fiancée.”
The dress matched Blayne’s outfit perfectly.
Terri watched as he handed it to Valerie.
Terri looked at Blayne, her expression unusually calm, without a hint of emotion.
She nodded. “Alright.”
That made Blayne seem caught off guard.
Something about the way she looked at him gave him an unsettling feeling as if he was losing something.
But he quickly dismissed the thought, convinced she was just putting on a front.
With a look of contempt, he turned away, holding Valerie’s hand as they brushed past Terri.
Valerie shot her a triumphant smile.
Just then, Terri’s phone chimed.
A message from Valerie.
[The Crimson Club, Room 304. Remember what I told you. Otherwise, you know what’ll happen.]
A familiar face flashed through Terri’s mind.
Her grip tightened around her phone as she stepped out the door.