After four years, being in Seth’s embrace again felt like knives piercing Layla’s heart.
She had once believed his arms were her safe haven, the source of her lifelong happiness. But beneath that warmth had lurked decrit and betrayal.
Layla had fallen into it unknowingly, and for this man before her, she had lost so many things that truly mattered.
The memories made her bristle with invisible thoms
She shoved Seth away, her voice cold and sharp. “Seth, let go of me.”
At her rejection, Seth’s arms fell away. His reddened eyes locked onto hers, and he pleaded, “Layla, I didn’t know your hand was injured because of me, that you could never paint again. You should’ve told me. Why did you bear it all alone?
A bitter laugh escaped Layla’s lips. “And if I had told you? Would you have left Clarissa to stay
ay with me? Would you have chosen to ignore her and not
divorce me?”
She shook her head, her eyes filled with scom. “Seth, you wouldn’t have. To you, I was always just a tool. No matter how much I suffered, you just thought money could fix it”
Her voice trembled, but her resolve did not waver. “But Clarissa is different. She’s your savior, your light. You protected her, did everything for her, and even abandoned me and took our son away. So don’t come here with your fake apologies. Even if you knelt before me, I wouldn’t believe you meant a single word.”
Jseth
Seth’s voice trembled with raw regret. “Layla, I mean it. I regret everything. Please give me a chance to make it right.”