LOGINClaudia looked at Isolde with clear blue eyes. Her delicate brows drew together, and a hint of gravity settled in her gaze.Their eyes met.Isolde's stare was chilly. 'What did you promise?'Claudia gave a barely perceptible shake of her head. 'I didn't know you'd come.'As if oblivious to the tension between them, Bruce sat down, picked up the decanter, and poured wine for himself and Claudia."Princess, thanks to you, Isolde's hands will heal." He raised his glass, his tone as casual as if he were discussing the weather. "She's always wanted to thank you in person."Claudia did not fully understand what was happening, but years of attending grand occasions had taught her composure. Even if a mountain collapsed in front of her, she would remain unruffled.She clinked her glass against his. "It's nothing."Bruce's next sentence nearly made her choke. "It's just as well to get familiar. You'll have to interact sooner or later. Better to get used to it in advance."'Later?' Clau
"That's too dirty," Bruce spat.Ezra opened his mouth to speak, but his throat tightened and no words came out. He had never seen Bruce like this.Bruce spoke of his own ugliness with stark honesty, saw his desires and weaknesses with unsettling clarity, and guarded a "light" he might never reach with something close to humility."But…" Bruce's fingers tightened around the railing. "I'm not willing to accept that. I still want to try one last time. If she still doesn't care at all…"He fell silent for a long moment, long enough that Ezra thought he would not continue.Then, slowly and faintly, Bruce tugged at the corner of his lips. "Then I won't struggle anymore. I don't believe… that there's truly not even a trace of me in her heart."…At dinnertime, a maid came instead of Bruce. "Ms. Vancrest, the Prince instructed me to bring you to the dining hall."Isolde had been staring out the window, lost in thought. At the maid's words, her lashes trembled slightly. "Where is he?"
Ezra's hand, which had been idly toying with the lighter, stilled. The metal casing clicked, the crisp sound unusually sharp in the quiet night.He slowly turned his head, surprise filling his eyes.He raised a brow, his expression caught between curiosity and confusion. "What do you mean? Weren't you just about to win her over? Weren't you smug and satisfied a few days ago? What is this supposed to be now?"Backing out halfway, giving up at the final step… that's not your style, Prince."Bruce did not answer. He took another deep drag of his cigarette.The inhale was harsh and forceful, as if he meant to crush the surging emotions in his chest that had nowhere to go.After a moment, through the drifting smoke, he spoke in a low, heavy voice. "She… doesn't have me in her heart."Ezra froze."No way, right?" he said at once. "The way she treats you—""To her, every moment of staying by my side is torment," Bruce said, curling his lips in self-mockery.He thought of the way she
'Be rational. Be rational, be rational. The man in front of you is your greatest benefactor. I can't, and shouldn't, throw a tantrum at him. Endure, endure, I have to endure…'Isolde took a steady breath, careful not to show it, then slowly exhaled. The stiffness in her expression eased back to normal.She lifted her gaze, her tone calm. "Prince, if you went out, you must have had something important to deal with, right?"She tilted her head slightly, her smile flawless. "If I ask about everything, wouldn't that make me seem too inconsiderate?"'Considerate… Ha!' Bruce looked at her composed expression and felt a surge of twisted anger, laced with a deep, chilling coldness, rush to his head.He straightened abruptly and pulled away from her, no longer looking at her.His soaked shirt clung to his tense back, outlining sharp lines. With his back to her, his voice turned cold and hard. "Yes, you're very considerate."He raised his hand and glanced at his watch."It's almost time
Then Isolde activated her AI assistant. "Heart, put this number on the blacklist and block all unknown calls.""Okay, Isolde. The number has been blacklisted, and unknown calls have been blocked." After the assistant's reply, the room fell into a long silence.Isolde leaned back on the sofa, completely drained, her eyes empty and lifeless.Bruce peered through the crack in the door, watching her. He had never seen her like this.Around him, she was always cheerful and smiling, always gentle. Even when her hands hurt, she endured it without complaint.'So… all this time, has she never shown her true self to me?'"You've been through so much together, spent so long side by side, and you still don't love him… You will never love him in your life…"Alan's words echoed in his ears, each one like an ice spike piercing his heart again and again.Bruce's throat tightened."Isolde…" He whispered her name without thinking, his voice hoarse and almost unrecognizable.Pain surged like a
Bruce forced himself to calm down. He could not scare Isolde.Just as he twisted the doorknob and eased the door open a crack, a man's voice came from inside.It was Alan. He was asking Isolde, "Since you know Bruce and Claudia are together, why haven't you left him?"Bruce froze mid-motion. Blood seemed to congeal in his veins, and his grip on the doorknob tightened until his knuckles turned white. He held his breath and strained to listen."It's none of your business. Don't call me again." Isolde's tone was sharp with disgust.She moved her wrist to end the call.Alan's fierce, distorted voice rose at once. "You still won't leave him after he cheats on you? Isolde, are you out of your mind? Do you love him so much that you have no limits and can't let go?"Bruce's heart leapt into his throat.Alan seemed to realize something. "No… that's not right!"His voice filled with manic delight. "With your personality, you can't tolerate even a grain of sand in your eye. You would nev
If people once believed Isolde wanted to drive out a widow and her child out of jealousy and narrow-minded spite, the narrative had now shifted beyond redemption. Abuse and harm toward a child crossed an absolute moral line. No one tolerated it.Her social media accounts collapsed under the backlas
"The truth is, I chose to leave on my own. I want to remarry and start a new life."Alan only said he drove me away because it was his brother's dying wish. His brother asked him to take good care of me. Caught between love and family, Alan chose to sacrifice himself to protect me, his useless sist
Alan froze. His gaze shifted to the transparent folder in her hand, where words like "bullying" and "Sandra" showed faintly through the plastic. They were the same dirt files he had torn up earlier.His expression darkened at once. "You still want to expose these? You still want to go against Sandr
The ambulance arrived at once and rushed the severely injured Alan and Tom to the hospital.As his consciousness faded, Alan still forced himself to give Maxime instructions. "Follow them to the police station. Find a way to wipe out all the dirt Isolde has on Sandra."He panted, his words breakin







