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."

precisely when her need was greatest, causing her to mistake gratitude for

interactions, that dependence had masqueraded

he abandoned her

abandonment had torn open old childhood wounds, making any path

have

a contemplative breath. "Corrine, you considered that the man you encountered that night five years ago might not

was broken only by the

a winter lake, his sharp features. intensified by an

Corrine's voice

While Bruce was indeed in Yikar then, his stay was brief," Jules explained, tapping ash from his cigarette with practiced grace. "I suspect someone used his presence there as convenient

transformed Corrine's expression, her pupils contracting with shock. "How certain are

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

she

motionless before her laptop,

words echoed relentlessly in her

night hadn't been Bruce, then who had

then her last shred of mercy toward the Ashton family