Chapter 237

I would be waiting for him to come home, waking up to find him sleeping beside me in the morning. That feeling of bliss had me hooked, so deep and true. But once the illusion shattered, there was no going back. I even found my past self laughably naive.

He was going through the motions while I felt genuine happiness. A sourness surged from my heart to my nose. I turned away, sniffed, and didn’t pick up the conversation. I didn’t know what else to say. Should I play the victim, or should I curse him out? None of it made any sense.

He exhaled deeply. “I’m starting to realize… Teresa Isn’t exactly who I thought she was.”

I pursed my lips. “How old were you again when Teresa got into that accident trying to save you?”

“Twelve,” Bryant remembered clearly, answering without hesitation.

I couldn’t help but mutter, “No wonder she could fool you so easily.”

A grade–schooler could not tell good from evil. And a grown person, who, in trying to save him, ended up in a hospital bed, not to mention Albert’s constant coaching.

I bet she was all sweet and caring to Bryant after marrying into the Fergusons, all to

you say?” Not catching my mutter, Bryant asked

much. So, what made you think Teresa wasn’t quite the person you thought

to marry Margaret.” Bryant’s tone was cold, filled

this mother daughter duo could reconcile

cats and dogs, and then, they were on the same

as

yet there was a softness in his eyes as if making a promise, “I’m not going

fist, “Who you marry has nothing to do with

hinting at him to leave. “It’s late. I have things

better to maintain a

accustomed to superiority, he couldn’t handle being brushed off. He got up, a bit shaky. “I transfer the money to you, and you’re

was the alcohol, his eyes were

I don’t need it. What I do with the house

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