The Broken-hearted She And The Icy He

Chapter 508 The Lies Unravel

Chapter 508 The Lies Unravel

But before John could shout a word, the scarred man sneered viciously.

“Slut. Didn’t expect me to come back alive, did you?”

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“Didn’t expect that while I was recovering, you’d plant such a massive green hat on me!”

“And that John–what a pathetic fool!”

John froze where he stood, his foot lifted but unable to move forward, his body petrified like stone.

The man’s words poured over him like ice.

Elsa had said she loved only him. That she’d been forced overseas, torn from him against her will. That she’d suffered alone, endured so much pain that she’d fallen ill with late–stage stomach cancer.

She had sworn she had spent those years in misery, pining for him, dreaming only of reunion.

But this man’s mocking laughter cut those illusions to shreds.

She hadn’t been alone at all. She had married him–climbed into his bed without hesitation, chasing wealth and status.

All the while, John had pitied her, cherished her lies as though they were truths. And in that pity, he had lost the one woman who had given him her whole heart.

Pain. Regret. Shame.

Emotions crashed through him like a tidal wave, drowning his chest, scorching his soul. It was as if he had fallen into an endless hell, unable to live, unable to die.

liar he

had loved

What had he done?

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Every time he touched her, it was with

wedding night had ended with her

of marriage, and she had lived marked with bruises and scars, her body never free from

of those years

with chilling certainty–this

desperately, “John still cares for me! I’m still Simon’s savior! Hudson, John and Simon’s

“Hah! Threatening me?”

a sound cold enough to freeze the air. He

dare bare her teeth at him–it

with bone–chilling malice, as if he weren’t holding

squeezed harder, his laughter ringing with

“John… hah!”

came back and suddenly claimed you had

you were dying?”

that

if he learned your grand performance, your supposed death sentence, was nothing but an act? Would he still cradle you like a treasure, still throw his life

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