The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

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.

of the Iverson family— he'd ended his own life. He couldn't bear the thought of her walking through the afterlife alone. He had

you before. But I got revenge for you.

made sure the entire Iverson family paid,

she'd just heard a joke. "Revenge,

Theo faltered, confused.

colder. "You're the one who stole my kidney. You're the one who kept hurting me, over and over. You cheated on me with Jeanette.

were glacial now, every syllable razor-sharp. "You want to

heart lurched, his breath

leaned in, her voice barely above a whisper. "If you really want to

in Theo's eyes. He thought he was getting through to her, his lips curling into a tentative smile. "Tell me, Citrine Whatever it takes to make

flashed a disarmingly innocent smile and murmured in his ear,

smile vanished from Theo's face in an instant, his eyes losing their

me that much?” he stammered, disbelief clouding his features. They'd shared ten years together-how could she hate him so much that she'd rather

clear. "Looks like you're not going