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 home?"

you. I've thought it through. There are more important

her beautiful exterior.

was stronger than

leaving her in the driver's seat. She didn't look back, not even once, as she slid behind the

moment later, the Mercedes purred to life and disappeared down the

there, watching until

***

Inside

ashen, sweat beading on his

"Mr. Fitzgerald, don't scare me like this! If something

You're giving me a headache," Victor

of brakes echoed through the

to a

driver's seat, grabbed a medical kit, and

next second, he

backseat, skin ghostly pale,

felt like he

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