The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 1188:

Corrine exhaled sharply, nudging a loose stone with her foot. “I hope so.” This trip to the Independent Continent had raised many questions in her mind. She needed answers—desperately.

As her thoughts tangled, voices rose behind her. A familiar cadence made her turn.

Nate. He walked at the front of the group, dressed in black from head to toe—an effortlessly commanding presence. His black shirt fit snugly. One hand in his pocket, he moved with an unbothered confidence that made it impossible to ignore him.

As if sensing her stare, he lifted his head.

Their eyes locked.

Without hesitation, Nate pulled his hand from his pocket and extended it toward her—a silent invitation. A slow smile curved Corrine’s lips. Without a second thought, she stepped forward, drawn to him like a tide to the shore.

completely forgot about

an exaggerated sigh, rolling his eyes as she all

his head. During her time with the Red Flame, they had once pledged to support each other, through thick

declarations flew out the window the moment a handsome

curled around Corrine’s the moment she reached him, their

Rosalie trailed in

of Corrine’s conversation with Karina replayed in her mind, each piece sharpening her

so highly of Corrine, defending her at every turn. Rosalie had assumed the woman must be extraordinary. But now she saw the truth—Corrine was nothing more than a discarded lover

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another man, yet

she watched their intertwined hands, her

to stand beside Nate. She did not deserve to dream of

sure the world saw Corrine for what she