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.

should I drive you home?" he

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

Isadora had always seemed delicate beneath her beautiful exterior. But in

than he'd ever

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

Mercedes purred to life and disappeared down the

stood there, watching until the car vanished

***

garage. Inside a

ashen, sweat

panic written all over his face. "Mr. Fitzgerald, don't scare me like this! If something happens to you, what

Victor muttered, eyes closed, brow

squeal of brakes echoed

screeched to a halt beside the

jumped out of the driver's seat, grabbed a

second, he was inside

on the backseat, skin ghostly pale, lips

felt like he was about

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