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The End of a Hidden Love Story Chapter 10
I stared at Declan and replied coldly, "I have nothing more to say to you. Just go. Don't bother me again."There was a desperate look in his eyes as he gazed at me. "Scarlett, I know I messed up. I'm not marrying Beatrice. You're the only one I want. Please forgive me."He looked nothing like the charming, aloof man he used to be. Now, he was just a desperate ex begging to be taken back.I looked at Declan and felt nothing but disgust. Just picturing him in bed with Beatrice on the night of our anniversary made my skin crawl.Without giving him another glance, I slipped my arm through Bryson's and commented, "Let's go, honey."Seeing that, Declan rushed forward and grabbed my wrist. "Scarlett, please. I'm begging you. Just this once, forgive me. Look, this is Beatrice's medical record. She lied to me. She never had stomach cancer. Please just read it."Bryson yanked his hand away, then shot him a cold look. "Mr. Gibson, show some respect. You don't get to lay a hand on my wife
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Bryson and I officially registered our marriage. Just like that, we were husband and wife.As I rested against his chest, I told him everything about my past with Declan. Bryson reached out to touch the scar on my arm, his expression full of concern. "That must've hurt, didn't it?"I nodded, then shook my head. "Yes, it did. But because I've let Declan go, it no longer hurts. From now on, I'll love you wholeheartedly."He looked at me, his eyes filled with tenderness. "Thank you for giving me a chance to love you, Scarlett."Then, he leaned down and kissed the scar on my arm. "Don't worry. I'll make sure you get the justice you deserve," he explained gently. "As for Beatrice framing you for theft, I've already asked someone to deal with it. "I'll take you out to shop for dresses once your arm heals. Then, we'll get those wedding photos taken."With a smile, I nodded. "Okay."…A couple of days later, Bryson told me the surveillance footage had cleared my name. As it turn
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Bryson handed me the gift box with a smile. "I picked this out for you. See if you like it."Caught off guard, I looked at him. "A gift?"As soon as I lifted the lid, my eyes widened in disbelief. Inside was a white velvet gown, embroidered with intricate lace and adorned with countless tiny diamonds that sparkled in the sunlight.Unable to stop myself, I reached out to touch it. The fabric felt luxurious, and the craftsmanship was exquisite. However, I recognized it—even more than anything else.On my 18th birthday, my mom and I went to an auction. I fell in love with the gown the moment I laid my eyes on it, but someone else ended up buying it for a high price.I never imagined that, after all these years, I'd see it again."Bryson, how did you even find this gown?" I asked.He smiled. "If it's something you want, I'll find a way to get it for you. Do you like it?"I nodded, my eyes brightening with surprise. "I love it! I really do. How did you know this was the one I wa
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I nodded and admitted quietly, "Mom, Dad, Declan and I have broken up. He's getting engaged to Beatrice today."My parents exchanged a look but kept quiet.After a long while, my dad let out a sigh. "You were together for so many years, so of course, it hurts. I'm glad you finally realized the truth and came home, though. As for Bryson, he truly cares about you. He's proven himself to us, and I believe he's your Mr. Right."I looked at them, feeling a lump in my throat. In the next second, I threw myself into their arms. "Thank you."As I sank into their embrace, a surge of warmth spread through me. I couldn't stop thinking about Declan and Beatrice as they basked in everyone's blessings at their engagement party. Meanwhile, I was being accused of theft. No one believed me, no matter how hard I tried to explain myself.Just like that, tears came streaming down my cheeks. "There's so much I never told you," I choked out.I went on, "I spent two years trying to win Declan over.
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I had just stepped into the arrivals hall when I spotted two familiar figures in the crowd. "Mom! Dad!" I exclaimed. "What are you doing here?"I rushed over and threw my arms around them.My mom cupped my face, frowning with concern. "You've lost so much weight. Have you been skipping meals again?"My dad, on the other hand, patted my shoulder. "It's good to have you home."Then, he turned to the man standing beside him. "Bryson, this is my daughter, Scarlett Fletcher."I followed his gaze and finally noticed the man dressed in a crisp suit standing next to my parents. He had a straight, composed posture.He had broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and striking features—deep-set eyes, a prominent nose. His thin lips were curved into a faint smile, and there was a quiet warmth in his gaze.The man was none other than Bryson Sullivan.He held out a hand, saying, "Hi, I'm Bryson. Mr. and Mrs. Fletcher have told me all about you. I have to say, you definitely live up to the hype."
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"Do you still think you're the victim?" Declan spat. He let out a cold laugh before clamping a hand over my mouth. Without another word, he dragged me out of the office like I was nothing but roadkill.His grip was iron-tight, and his palm was pressed so hard against my mouth that it felt like he was trying to smother me. Even as I was dragged out, I heard Beatrice's voice coming from the office. "Let it go. Maybe Scarlett didn't mean it."Then, she chirped, "I've got the afternoon free. How about I treat everyone to coffee?"Declan's face clouded over as he dragged me into the pantry."Scarlett, if you didn't want me to get engaged with Beatrice, you could've just said so," he said, resignation in his voice. "You agreed to it. Then, you threw a fit, quit your job, and stole her necklace. What are you trying to pull? My parents love Beatrice. They agreed to let us marry, but only after I married her."She only has a couple of months left to live. Once she's gone, they'll giv
