Chapter 4 Evelyn is an adorable woman

“Evelyn is such an adorable woman. She knows how to make a man happy, nothing like you, a boring kitten," Anthony said, grabbing his pants and putting them on.

Andrea’s heart started pounding. Her hands and legs trembled violently, causing her to stagger backward until her back slammed against the cold wall. She leaned against it, using it to support her legs, which felt like jelly.

A terrible stab of pain shot through her chest, sharp and unbearable. It hurts like hell.

“You cheated on me with Evelyn? How could you do this to me? I loved you, Anthony, and this is how you repay me?” Andrea’s voice quivered as her body shook uncontrollably. She didn’t even realize her eyes were brimming with tears.

For three years, she had loved and cherished Anthony. She had worked tirelessly to meet his standards, to rise to his level, and to prove she was worthy of his love. Just when she thought she was ready to show him the depth of her feelings and full commitment, he shattered her world.

“You’re so boring that I can't stand your filthy body." he wasn't going to admit his ill performance before Andrea; he had to blame it on her.

"I can’t spend the rest of my life with a woman like you. Besides, you have nothing to offer me. Evelyn, on the other hand, is every man’s dream—the true heir of the Thompson family,” Anthony said, his words cutting into her like knives.

Andrea felt the crushing weight of betrayal by the two people she loved most. She had never seen it coming.

Evelyn had always seemed harmless—a lost dove needing protection and Andrea has always been the one protecting her.

Andrea had taken it upon herself to shield her from the world, even taking the blame for Evelyn’s reckless actions. It hadn’t been long before Evelyn had won the affection of her father and grandmother, and at school, she became the center of attention.

Meanwhile, Andrea was left to clean up her messes, ruining her reputation in the process. And now, Evelyn had taken the last thing Andrea held dear—Anthony, her boyfriend of three years.

Wiping the tears from her eyes, Andrea quickly dressed and grabbed her scattered phone and handbag then turned to face Anthony. Only one thought came to her mind, and she voiced it out with the little strength she had left.

“You will regret this, I promise you.”

Anthony smirked cruelly. “Go whine to your dead mother, loser.”

Andrea couldn’t bear to hear any more of his venomous words. Summoning every ounce of courage she had, she opened the door and fled out of the Rivers mansion. She couldn’t allow herself to collapse in front of the man who had hurt her so deeply. Andrea never knew when things went south because to her , they were deeply in love with each other.

Tears blurred Andrea's vision as she ran, not caring where she was heading. She just wanted to escape—to find a place where no one could see her face.

Andrea didn't notice the oncoming vehicle until it was too late. The car screeched, striking her and knocking her to the ground before coming to an abrupt stop.

The driver and the man in the back seat rushed out of the car at speed.

“What are you waiting for? Bring your hands here!” Colton, who was going to see his grandfather at the time roared, his commanding voice forced his driver to action. Together, they carefully lifted Andrea and carried her into the car.

“Drive straight to the hospital,” he ordered sharply as the driver hurried back to his seat and drove out at a quick speed.