Chapter 668

Theo raised his hand, his expression earnest and solemn. "Citrine, whatever I did wrong in my past life, I swear I'll make it up to you this time. I promise, I'll treat you right."

Hearing this, Citrine couldn't help but laugh in disbelief, the sound sharp with anger.

So he remembers the past, does he? Then he shouldn't have forgotten what he did. The nerve he had, standing here and making these promises as if nothing happened it was nauseating.

She dropped all pretenses, her tone turning icy as she laid it bare. "If you really remember everything, then do us both a favor and stay as far away from me as possible."

By the end, her words were laced with barely contained fury.

But Theo's eyes lit up as if she'd handed him hope. "I knew it, Citrine. I knew you remembered us. There's no way you could just forget ten years together."

Ever since those memories of their previous life had come rushing back, Theo had been living with a sharp, gnawing ache in his chest.

Citrine's death had become a wound that would never heal. After she died, he'd spent countless nights wide awake, haunted by regret and only then realizing how deeply he loved her.

his own life. He couldn't bear the thought of her walking through the

madness gleamed in Theo's eyes. "Citrine, I know I failed you before. But I got revenge for you.

sure the entire Iverson

as if she'd just heard a joke. "Revenge, huh? And what

Theo faltered, confused.

me, over and over. You cheated on me with Jeanette. I trusted you, but the deepest wounds came from you. Isn't it obvious? The worst

want to avenge

lurched,

voice barely above a whisper. "If

curling into a tentative smile. "Tell me, Citrine Whatever

disarmingly innocent smile and murmured in his ear, "Go

vanished from Theo's face in an instant, his

stammered, disbelief clouding his features. They'd shared ten years together-how could she

disappointment clear. "Looks like you're not going to do

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