Inside the room, tears welled up in the woman’s eyes, spilling over as she clamped a hand over her mouth to stifle any sound. It took her a while to regain her composure, feeling like she was on the verge of suffocating.
The door opened a crack.
Forrest stepped back slightly, sliding his jacket through the gap.
Mila reached out to take it, but hesitated when she saw the pristine fabric. It’s dirty, she murmured, pulling her hand back.
She was covered in blood, and the jacket was so immaculately white.
You know it doesn’t matter, Forrest replied softly, gently pushing the jacket further inside, his gaze never once venturing past the threshold.
Mila hesitated for a moment, then accepted the offer. She carefully wrapped the jacket around herself, letting it hide the mess she was in. Once covered, she took a deep breath, opened the door wider, and faced the man outside.
They stood in silence for a long moment.
It had been such a long time since they last saw each other, and their parting had been painfully dramatic. This unexpected reunion felt surreal. Unable to hold his gaze for more than a second, Mila instinctively looked away.
Forrest, however, suddenly stepped forward. Mila instinctively stepped back, surprised when he knelt in front of her.
Your belt is untied, he said gently, untying the hastily knotted belt and retying it into a neat bow.
After finishing, he stood up, took a step back, and extended his arm with a warm smile. His eyes were filled with the same gentle calm they always had, as if no time had passed between them.
Let’s go, he said.
Mila hesitated, then lightly placed her hand on his arm.
Together, they walked out of the bedroom, making their way downstairs through the crowd. Just then, Harper rushed toward them.
Ma’am, you can’t leave! Harper cried.
Before she could reach Mila, security had already restrained her, leaving her helplessly watching as Mila walked away with another man.
Once they left, Harper hurried to call Leonard. This situation was beyond her control.
Don’t worry, Giselle. Once things settle down here, we’ll make sure she pays.
We won’t let her get away with this!
Back then, Lysander only married her because she begged for it! She should consider herself lucky, something she could never have dreamed of achieving. And yet, she dared to treat Lysander like this!
What kind of wife is she? Instead of being supportive and projecting a good image, she even hit him.
I heard she lost her job at that bank or whatever because she lacked skills. Now she’s unemployed and completely dependent on Lysander, without a clue about her own situation.
After all these years, she still can’t hold a candle to Giselle…
When Lysander wakes up, he should realize that Giselle is the better match for him.
He should have divorced her long ago…