Chapter 385

Isadora called out, "Stop."

Terrell hit the brakes and glanced over at her. "What's wrong?"

Staring straight ahead, Isadora's voice was cool and distant. "Mr. Fawcett, I'm sorry, but I need you to get out."

Her words, paired with that frosty look, made everything suddenly clear.

Terrell realized she had only been using him.

A wry smile tugged at his lips.

So from beginning to end, this woman had never given him even the slightest chance—not even a crumb of hope to cling to.

Unable to help himself, Terrell asked quietly, "Isadora, do you really love him that much?"

Her lashes trembled. A single tear slid down her cheek. "Yes. I love him."

It was like a blade driven straight into his chest.

His hands clenched the steering wheel, knuckles turning white.

I drive you

head, calm and composed. "No, thank you. I've thought it through. There are more important things in my life right now-love

Terrell's mind, Isadora had always seemed delicate beneath her beautiful exterior. But in this moment, he realized how

was stronger than he'd

out of the Mercedes, leaving her in the driver's seat. She didn't look back, not even

later, the Mercedes purred to life

there, watching until the car

***

Inside

ashen, sweat beading on his

don't scare me like this! If something happens to you, what about everyone

a headache," Victor muttered,

the squeal of brakes echoed

luxury car screeched to a halt beside

driver's seat, grabbed

second, he was inside the

slumped on the backseat, skin ghostly pale,

he

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