The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

The Betrayed Heiress' Return to Elegance 4

Chapter 4 Bruce, We Are

Done

Corrine stepped through the doorway of what was once her shared sanctuary with Bruce. The emptiness of the room echoed her solitude-she alone would occupy these walls tonight.

Her gaze settled on the heart-shaped balloons adorning the walls, their cheerful shapes now a mockery of her pain. Without ceremony, she tore them down, their synthetic surfaces crinkling beneath her fingers.

The room's festive decorations only amplified her growing resentment. With methodical precision, she dismantled every celebratory touch until her eyes found their photograph hanging on a wall.

She stood motionless before the captured moment of false happiness, watching as her pain crystallized into something harder, colder. The scissors moved through the photograph with quiet certainty, severing their

smiling faces into irreparable pieces.

After erasing every trace of their shared past, Corrine sank into the sofa's embrace. Time stretched endlessly as darkness crept across the sky, her vigil unbroken from dusk until dawn. Just as drowsiness began to cloud her senses, the door's opening shattered the silence.

This time, no eager footsteps carried her to greet him. She remained still, a statue carved from disappointment

and resolve.

guiltless, dropping onto the nearest seat and

weariness. "Get me

escaped Corrine's

words rang with the finality of

her,

expression? Didn't your decision crystallize the moment you abandoned me at

returned to our shores?"

with practiced grace, the flame of his lighter dancing briefly

deeply on the cigarette, exhaling words wrapped in smoke. "This is the best choice. You've misunderstood Leah for too long. Continuing this charade would only

her as she sneered, "I

sacrifice at

impatience flickered across his features. "For three years, I've tried to bury my

She bears no

a laugh that

behind them-years where she had poured herself into loving him,