The sound of the crashing waves couldn't drown out the hurried footsteps behind me.Aileen Jordan grabbed my hand. "Hendrick, are you still blaming me? When I divorced you back then, it was for everyone's good. Since none of those things happened, you—"Before she could finish her sentence, I abruptly snatched my hand back, cutting her off.Catching the pained look on my face, Aileen froze. "What's wrong with you?"I took a step back and wiped the cold sweat from my forehead with a trembling hand.Only then did I finally meet her gaze.Her beauty remained unchanged, only richer now with a mature, timeless grace.Even Mateo Bowers, standing right behind her, was clearly well taken care of. Gone was the timid, self-conscious salt worker I once knew.Meanwhile, years of illness had already taken a severe toll on my body.Back then, no matter how hard she pushed me into a corner, I refused to break.Now, I was like rotting wood, fragile and aching at the lightest touch.But none
اقرأ المزيد