The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 1375:

“Corrine!” Nate’s voice snapped through the air—cold, laced with wounded fury. “I get that you’re angry, but do you even hear yourself? Do you know how cruel that sounds?”

She leveled him with a cold gaze. “Cruel? And what about you? You lied. You hid your plan, your injury. You got everyone else to keep it from me like I was some fragile idiot. Was that supposed to make you feel strong? Clever? Did it make you feel proud—turning me into the only one in the dark? I thought we were supposed to trust each other, Nate. I thought that’s what this was. But maybe I’m the only one who believed in that. If you think relationships are about hiding things from the person who cares most, then maybe I should start keeping secrets too.”

Trust doesn’t exist in isolation—it requires honesty from both sides. Without it, everything falls apart.

Now that she had said everything, the pressure inside her chest eased. Her lungs expanded freely again. For the first time in days, she could breathe.

“Rest up.”

She pulled away and turned to leave, but Nate yanked her back into his arms.

locked around hers. The other tangled in her hair, his palm cradling the nape of her neck as he pulled her close, burying his face in the curve of her shoulder, as if hiding there might

embrace caught Corrine off guard, as if the ground had

familiar scent wrapped around her like a comforting blanket, and her heart fluttered in response, betraying

fingertips curled in reflex, her hands clenched into silent fists by

voice drifted to her ear, breaking the silence like a soft echo. “I

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carried a weight that pressed down on Corrine’s chest, leaving

he had apologized that day, but this time, she sensed a

authority, he had humbled himself before her again and again,

his warm breath brushing her skin, stirring an involuntary tension that rippled through her body. She remained silent, allowing the quiet moment to hang between them, giving him the space to hold her,