Chapter 963:

His fists balled at his sides, a physical testament to his inner turmoil.

Their gazes locked, charged with unspoken emotions.

At that moment, Rhys confronted the reality he had been avoiding—he was not indifferent to their divorce.

He couldn’t deny the pain of accepting it.

Furthermore, the news of Harlee’s engagement had shattered his pretense and his elaborate plan.

Confronted by her presence, he realized his feelings hadn’t waned.

He still yearned to call her his own.

For three long years, Rhys had monitored every detail of Harlee’s life, a fact known only to him.

He had played the part of a man who had moved on, but now, confronting her directly, he recognized his true position—he had no right to challenge her decisions.

Rhys fought to quell the storm of emotions threatening to derail the meticulous plan he had nurtured for

gradually regained control, the fury in his gaze

in his demeanor. She stepped forward, her hand extended in a

recoiled, stepping back to

rejection ignited a spark of

scorn, and her voice, cold and piercing, broke

now

did you really think I’d wait

here, a tempest of emotions, professing deep love. Yet now, faced

gaze, and the corners of

joking.

sight of her sorrow

empathy

a wave of disappointment wash over her—heavier than

probing for answers, but all she could see was a

The man standing before her bore little resemblance

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