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.

dropping onto the

me

bitter laugh escaped Corrine's lips.

rang with the finality of

fixed upon her,

your decision crystallize the moment you abandoned me at the

returned to our shores?"

practiced grace, the flame of his lighter dancing briefly in

the best choice. You've misunderstood Leah for too long. Continuing this charade would only deepen her

dissected the stranger before her as she sneered, "I wonder, is there

sacrifice at Leah's

bury my feelings for Leah, but love

She bears no guilt in

triggered a laugh that

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