Chapter 18
Amelia’s smile froze. “Don’t think you can push your luck just because my son likes you, Sloan. You’d better behave. The position of the Finley Family’s daughter–in–law is still yours. As for Carol, she’s already been punished–you should let it go.”
Sloan laughed, amused by Amelia’s arrogance. Where did she get the nerve to talk to her like this?
Sloan had once tolerated Amelia out of love for Wyatt. She’d respected his family, even when Amelia made things difficult for her. But now that Wyatt didn’t matter to her anymore, why would Amelia?
“This is my wife.” Tristan’s arm slipped around Sloan’s waist, his voice low and cutting. “What kind of lunatics are you, claiming a random woman is your daughter–in–law? Get back to whatever asylum you escaped from.”
Wyatt’s face darkened. He stormed forward and yanked Sloan from Tristan’s arms, pulling her to his chest with a dangerous glare. “What the hell are you talking about? Sloan is my wife! No one else is allowed to touch her. Try it again and I swear I’ll kill you!”
Tristan’s expression turned ice–cold. He stepped forward and without hesitation, threw a sharp punch across Wyatt’s face. Wyatt stumbled back, dazed, but then launched himself at Tristan, the two men immediately started brawling.
Wyatt had been drinking heavily for years. His body was already worn out. It didn’t take long for Tristan to pin him to the ground, leaving him unable to get up.
Amelia stood frozen, sweating. She shouted, “Stop! Stop it right now! If you lay another hand on my son, you’ll never walk out of this city alive!”
She turned toward Sloan, her expression sharp. “Do something! If you don’t separate them right now, I swear you’ll never get a chance to get close to my son again. Do you really think I don’t see through your attention–seeking games?“
Sloan ignored her. Instead, she crouched down and helped Tristan up, carefully wiping the blood from his knuckles. Her voice was soft. “Does it hurt? You didn’t need to bother with him. It’s not worth you getting hurt.”
Tristan’s lips curled into a smile. “I’m fine. That was just a warm–up. I’m not done making life hell for the Finleys.”
The tender exchange cut Wyatt like a knife. His whole body trembled as the truth hit him- Sloan was really married to Tristan.
Wyatt sat up, his hand clutching Sloan’s sleeve as he begged, “Sloan… You really don’t want me anymore?” His voice cracked. “Did you forget the six years we spent together? You promised to be my wife… I remember how much you loved mango crepes. I even learned how to make them for you I know I messed un But please please nive me another
My Boy
Setrayal Left
nd Exposed
07:57 Sun, 30 Mar
DD
Sloan was really married to Tristan.
90%#
Wyatt sat up, his hand clutching Sloan’s sleeve as he begged, “Sloan… You really don’t want me anymore?” His voice cracked. “Did you forget the six years we spent together? You promised to be my wife…. I remember how much you loved mango crepes. I even learned how to make them for you… I know I messed up. But please, please give me another
chance.”
His pitiful voice didn’t stir any sympathy in Sloan. She had never imagined she’d see Wyatt like this–reduced to nothing but a pathetic shell of the man he used to be.
It was true what they said–you only realize the value of something once it’s gone.
She had spent six years at Wyatt’s side, doing everything she could to win his heart. It had never been enough.
But now, after three years of her absence, she’d suddenly become his greatest regret.
How ironic.
After a long silence, Sloan’s voice was steady. “Isn’t this exactly what you wanted, Wyatt? I’m just giving you what you asked for. Why are you crying and begging now?”
Her eyes hardened as she added, “I couldn’t care less about the past. I have a good life now and I like it. So please, don’t show up or mess with my life ever again!”
Wyatt’s face turned pale. He wanted to deny it, but everything Sloan said was true.
“Sloan, I know I messed up. But I swear, not a single day has gone by without me missing you. For the past three years, I couldn’t even sleep without holding your picture. If you’ll forgive me, I’ll do anything–anything you ask.”
