The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

The Betrayed Heiress' Return to Elegance 189

Chapter 189 If Bruce

Weren't Her Savior

Through the darkness, Corrine made her way home, fighting the persistent urge

reach out to Nate.-

Settling at her desk, she opened her laptop to find Jules' email waiting

Her fingers glided across the mouse as she absorbed the contents, when Jules' video call suddenly illuminated her screen.

"I warned you from the beginning about men like him, but you wouldn't listen. Now the proof lies before you, plain as day. What's your response?" Jules' voice carried a mixture of concern and vindication.

"Even the most discerning among us can fall prey to deception," Corrine mused, resting her chin thoughtfully on her hand while continuing to scroll through the evidence.

Jules studied her composed demeanor with growing bewilderment. "How are you. maintaining such calm?"

Corrine lifted her eyes to meet his through the screen, considering her words carefully. "Perhaps my feelings weren't as deep as I imagined."

how Bruce had materialized precisely when her need was greatest, causing her to mistake gratitude for

daily interactions, that dependence had masqueraded as

anchor, yet he abandoned

open old childhood wounds,

have

you considered that the man you encountered that night five

darkness was broken only by the cigarette's

gaze held the depth and chill of a winter lake, his sharp

are you suggesting?" Corrine's voice

his stay was brief," Jules explained, tapping ash from

pupils

erased many leads," Jules admitted, his gaze steady on her face. "Corrine, you might want to

understand," she

remained motionless before her

echoed relentlessly

hadn't

last shred of mercy toward the Ashton family