Chapter 80
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Declan’s POV
“Dex, I’m begging you, please let me go back with you. Please?”
Reigne clutched my sleeve, her eyes glossy with tears.
In the past, that look alone would’ve cracked me. The moment she pouted, whimpered, or showed even a trace of grievance, I’d give in instantly and give whatever she wanted without a second thought.
But not anymore.
This time, I just furrowed my brow and coldly pried her hand off me.
“You’re in no condition to return right now,” I said, sharp and dismissive. “I already spoke to the hotel manager. He’ll handle the rest of your little nine–day trip.”
Her eyes widened at me like I’d just slapped her. Her voice wavered, trying to sound wounded but all I heard was childish entitlement.&
“Why can’t I go back? Is it just because Prissie hates me? Because she won’t allow a poor girl like me to show up at her grand wedding? So now I don’t even have the right to return to my own city?”
Tears welled up in her eyes as she threw the accusation at me, then she lifted her chin and tried to throw herself into my arms, desperate for comfort.
But all she got was the cold steel of my stare.
“Reigne,” I said, low and sharp as a blade, “who told you… you were even qualified to attend my wedding with Prissie?” Without another glance at her, J
got into the backseat of the Lincoln.
While forwarding the flight arrival details to the driver, I added indifferently, “Before returning to Connecticut, make sure you submit your resignation email
don’t want Prissie coming to the company and fighting with me again because of your
presence.“<
I didn’t look back once. I turned and left for the airport without hesitation. After the long journey back to Connecticut, I didn’t go to see Prissie right she was staying.
way
though
already knew exactly where
Instead, the first thing I did was head to the downtown mall.
the years but never got.
I bought every single gift–big and small—that she’d ever batted her lashes and coyly begged for over Then I went to the largest auction house in the city and dropped billions on a rare set of jewelry once worn by Princess Diana on her wedding day–purchasing it in Prissie’s name.
I filled the backseat of a luxury sports car with the jewelry and a pile of fresh, vibrant flowers.
And still, even after all that, it didn’t feel like enough–because this time, she was angry enough to actually dare to break up with me.”
Just the thought of it left me with a sense of unease I’d never experienced before. I slammed down the gas and flew down the highway toward her new place.
When I found the front door unlocked, my heart actually leapt.”
I eagerly pushed open the bedroom door, the corners of my lips already lifting with a smile.
I was about to call her name.”
But what I saw–what I saw… was Prissie. Naked. Tangled in an intimate embrace with… Dallas? My older brother?!
The bouquet and the gift box dropped from my hands like dead weight, crashing onto the floor.
I stood there, completely paralyzed.”
“You… What… What on earth are you two doing?” I asked, barely aware of my own voice.
She hadn’t even had time to react before Dallas swiftly grabbed the blanket they shared and pulled it over her, shielding her as best he could.%
But it was too late.!!
I saw everything.
The bruises on her back. The mottled skin. The proof of how far they’d gone–how long they’d been fucking each other.
My vision went black around the edges. I actually swayed.
I clutched the doorframe, gripping it so hard my nails broke skin. Blood welled beneath my fingernails.
“Prissie!” I demanded, voice hoarse with disbelief. “Answer me!”
She blinked at me, looking innocent.
“Declan? Why are you here?“%
mam..
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‘Why am I here?‘
I let out a hollow laugh, my rage twisting every word. My molars ground together so hard it sounded like bone against stone.
“Yeah. Yeah. Why the hell am I here? Let me think. Oh right, I fucking remember now. I’m the man who’s been your one and only boyfriend for the last ten years! Your first love. Your fiancé. The guy you were supposed to be marrying!“”
I was practically shouting by the end, spittle flying.
My voice was shaking by the time I screamed that last word. Spittle flew. I didn’t care.
“Prissie, what I want to know is–why the hell is Dallas, that piece of shit brother of mine, in your bed?!“”
But before she could even move her lips, Dallas–always the showboating bastard–stepped forward and interrupted. That bastard even casually flashed a mocking smirk at me.
“Prissie and I already held a private ceremony yesterday,” he said, like he was announcing the weather. “We’ve legally registered our marriage.”
8:37 PM
Declan’s POV
