Before he could react, Nicholas, who had been watching the spectacle unfold, abruptly stood up. He strode toward me, towering over me with a sharp, scrutinizing gaze.
His brows furrowed, his voice laced with an unexplainable anger.
"Isla, what exactly do you mean by that?"
"In the years you’ve been away from me, have you been fooling around with other men?"
His tone dripped with jealousy, coated in biting sarcasm.
In my past life, I had stepped into the entertainment industry without hesitation just for him. I struggled relentlessly just to keep up with his footsteps.
When he suffered a major financial loss on an investment, I sold the shares my parents had left me, doing everything in my power to help him.
In return, he finally accepted my affection and agreed to an engagement.
I had naively believed my sincerity had moved him. I never expected he had only used me, tricking me out of my fortune to finance a film for Alessia.
A million-dollar production tailored entirely for her. When I finally uncovered the truth, he looked me in the eye and said, without a shred of guilt.