Chapter 9
Even though Cynthia was wearing a hospital gown, she was practically glowing with energy.
She didn’t even need to hold onto anything while walking.[]
She raised her eyebrows, not even bothering to pretend anymore.[]
‘I told you–even if Arthur knows about your flower allergy, he’ll still pick my side.“]
I nodded, confirming what she thought.
‘So even if he knows you’re faking the back injury, it doesn’t matter, right?“]
She looked at me with this mocking expression, mixed with pity.[]
“Exactly. Arthur’s obsessed with me, so what if he knows I’m faking it?”
“You went crying to him about me, didn’t you? And he still didn’t give a shit about you.“]]
“I just wanted you to get it through your fucking head–stop fighting for someone you can’t have. You’re just embarrassing yourself.“[]
I stared at her smug and arrogant face, finally understood why the Espersons liked her but wouldn’t let Arthur marry into the Valentine family.
Personal feelings aside, they wanted a daughter–in–law who could actually represent the family with class.
I couldn’t help but smirk.[]
“Like I said before, if he really favored you, he would’ve married you ages ago. Why would he let you play homewrecker in our relationship?”
“You should hear what everyone’s whispering about you. Even if I’m not loved, at least I’m not the fucking mistress.“[]
She got pissed off, but this time she didn’t try to hit me.
e.l
She walked right up to me, then threw herself on the floor.
“Fine! Let me show you what matters more–love or titles!”
I looked up just as Arthur rushed in, looking completely frantic.]
Cynthia’s face changed instantly.
“Arthur, I just wanted to check on Lorraine and say sorry. Please don’t be mad at her…”
She let her voice trail off, totally implying I’d done something horrible.
The second Arthur scooped her up, the look he shot me was ice cold.
Neither of them said another word.
But I got it–Arthur was convinced I’d hurt his precious princess again.[]
Chapter 9
He’d never believe me. Not once.[]
He didn’t come back for the rest of my hospital stay.[]
Cynthia’s Instagram was constantly updated, just to show off Arthur’s devotion in my face.[]
Him helping her walk, feeding her meals…]
I just laughed it off. None of this could hurt me anymore.[]
After checking out of the hospital, I grabbed a cab straight to JFK.
But not before sending everyone that video of Cynthia in the hospital room.]
