Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

Chapter 295 He’s the Executioner

Brendan did not wait for Charlene to form an excuse. He leaped to his feet in sheer rage. “And you swept this under the carpet without telling me a single word of it! Through your silence, you agreed to have Deirdre sent to prison in your stead! Why? Because the one who would be protected with this act was you, wasn’t it? F*cking hell! Charlene McKinney… How do you even sleep at night!?”

His veins were popping out of his skin, but worst of all, he called her by her full name, as though she was a stranger.

Charlene panicked, reached out to him, and pleaded, “No, I can explain!”

Brendan swung her hand off him. He suddenly realized he did not know her

Who was he looking at?

anymore.

How could she be so calculating and cruel? How could she even think the means justified the end? She was no longer that kind, innocent young woman who would throw her life away to save others anymore. Charlene’s eyes were red. She was both terrified and panicking as she tugged on Brendan’s sleeve and sobbed. “P-Please don’t hate me, Bren… I didn’t mean for it to happen. I was just scared! I was so scared of losing you, okay!?

“I had been unconscious for two years while Ms. McKinnon and you just… Your marriage was going so strong that she was bearing your child! If I went to prison… And Ms. McKinnon brought the kid to terms…. I’m no longer relevant to your life, don’t you get it!?

so much that I rushed into the fire, even when I could have died, to save you! You should know just how much

sin was my knowledge of it. But I didn’t act for or against it, did I? I didn’t hurt Deirdre myself, did

throwing her arms around his waist and squeezing it tight. Tears kept

were driving Brendan into a migraine. He clenched his

up at him, still tear-stricken, and muttered,

“Our engagement is delayed.”

“Bren!”

his eyes. They were still and unfathomable, like the surface of a lake in an underground cavern. “Of course, I don’t blame it

on using Deirdre. This whole

he was the

more frightened than she had ever felt before. She knew she had disappointed

to myself. Don’t follow

moved toward

The year’s first snow had fallen, and a breeze. brought some of the flurries of white

returned to