Left with no choice, Sarah opened her car door and stepped out onto the damp pavement, her brow furrowed into a heavy, deep frown. She straightened her sleek blazer, her heels clicking softly against the concrete as she approached the embarrassing scene unfolding on the side of the road. Selena was still kneeling frantically in the dirt, fussing over Dennis, who was sprawled out on the asphalt like a tragic martyr. As Sarah drew closer, her eyes locked onto Dennis’s face—the soft curve of his jawline, the specific arrangement of his features, the way his dark hair fell slightly across his forehead. Suddenly, a sudden look of stark realization crossed her features. The air seemed to hitch in her chest for a fleeting second. She finally understood. Everything made terrible, tragic sense now. She finally understood why her cousin Selena favored him so much, why she tolerated his endless intrusions, and why she blindly defended his obvious manipulations time and time again. Dennis look

Sarah stood completely frozen on the sidewalk, stunned into absolute silence by her cousin’s jaw-dropping response. Her jaw remained slightly open as she stared at Selena, struggling to comprehend the sheer, unbelievable level of emotional blindness standing right in front of her. The morning sun hit Sarah’s sharp, refined features, but her eyes were filled with a mixture of profound shock and total revulsion. “You… you brought Dennis to your house this morning?” Sarah finally managed to say, her voice dropping into an incredulous whisper before suddenly rising into a furious, biting tone. “Are you out of your mind, Selena?! You brought the exact man you abandoned your husband for into his own home the very next morning to ‘explain things’?!” Sarah took a heavy step forward, pointing a sharp, perfectly manicured finger directly at Selena’s chest, her chest heaving with mounting anger. “That isn't an apology at all!” Sarah declared bluntly, her words cutting through the cool morning

For a few minutes, Alex couldn't understand how he should react. But then, a dark, twisted smirk slowly returned to Dennis’s lips as he convinced himself of the truth behind those words. Alex wasn't being genuine at all. He was being deeply sarcastic! Alex was clearly mocking him, subtly implying that Dennis could never truly be happy with Selena, hinting that he would always just be a second-rate substitute living in the shadow of a real husband. ​The thought stung Dennis’s fragile ego like a splash of acid. His eyes narrowed as he recalled all the small, subtle moments over the past few weeks—the way Selena’s eyes would soften whenever she looked at old photos of Alex, the way her voice trembled with genuine worry whenever Alex ignored her, and the undeniable lingering attachment and affection she still held for her husband deep down in her heart. As long as Alex Crown was still breathing, as long as he was still walking around free and healthy, Selena would never truly belong to D

Dennis's shameless behavior and hypocritical lies completely enraged Alex. Watching the despicable man lie in the dirt, wailing into the phone to spin a fake narrative while innocent people had nearly died, pushed Alex far past the absolute limits of his endurance. Every drop of restraint he had managed to hold onto throughout this unbearable morning shattered into a million sharp pieces.​Enduring the agonizing turmoil of his severe internal injuries and the violent, chaotic energy raging uncontrollably inside his chest, Alex took a heavy, shuddering step forward. His face was as deathly pale as a corpse, cold sweat dripping off his jawline, but his eyes were filled with an unholy, terrifying light. Step by stubborn step, his boots crushed the loose gravel on the road as he walked directly toward Dennis.​Dennis looked up from his phone, his pathetic fake crying instantly freezing in his throat as he saw the towering, ghost-like figure standing over him. Before Dennis could even atte

The red and blue emergency lights were burning bright in Alex's retina, and he kept staring without blinking until the glow of the lights faded down the road. He clutched his chest with both hands, feeling a sudden pang of debilitating pain. The sound of his ragged breathing echo in his ears, and by now, he could no longer suppress the crushing disappointment, the emotional pain, the roaring anger, and the rapidly worsening internal injuries that were tearing through his organs with every passing second. It was one thing to not believe him…but she just left him to die on the street? ​His knees buckled slightly, but before he could balance himself and regain his footing, another mouthful of blood burst from his lips. The blood that splattered over the pavement was thick and almost black in colour, and within seconds, the world around him began to tilt. His head was spinning, and the road seemed to be rushing up to meet him. He had spent all of his remaining strength by now, and Ale