The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 921:

Corrine did not even spare him a glance. “Thank you for the reminder,” she said smoothly, before walking away without looking back.

Bruce reached for her wrist instinctively, his grip firm but hesitant. “Can you answer one question for me?”

Her expression darkened instantly. “Let go,” she snapped, jerking her arm free as if his touch were something repulsive. Disgust flashed across her face, sharp and unfiltered.

Bruce ignored her reaction. “Why did you release those photos at my engagement party? Was it to get back at Leah, or was it to get back at me? Deep down, you still care about me, do you not? That is why you did it—to ruin my engagement to Leah.”

Corrine let out a short, amused breath, as if his words were too ridiculous to take seriously. “Do not flatter yourself,” she said, her tone dripping with scorn. “I wanted Leah to taste what it feels like to be abandoned. That is all. And since I had the chance, I thought I would test the strength of your so-called unshakable relationship.”

Her gaze flicked over him with pure disdain. “So spare me your pathetic self-importance, Mr. Ashton.”

turned on her heel

spot, watching her retreating figure with a dull, lingering ache in

years. He knew her well—her stubbornness, her pride, her refusal to forgive

there was no going

woman who once loved him with everything

building, only to find herself face-to-face with Natasha. “What

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bother answering. Instead, she reached into her bag, pulled out

as she wiped her hands with the alcohol

took her hand and carefully wiped away the remaining traces, making sure to

like that, my skin will peel,”