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Chapter 810:
June stepped half a pace out from behind Easton. Her eyes flicked down to the folder, then back up to Cole’s face.
“Do you honestly think,” she said, her voice quiet but piercing, “that I need your dirty house? A house infested with parasites p>
Cole’s face turned the color of ash. The rain poured down his cheeks, mixing with the tears he could no longer stop.
“No — no, that’s not it,” he shook his head frantically. “I went to the upstate house. I found the hidden box. I read Caleb’s diary p>
June’s body went completely still. Her pupils contracted slightly. The ice in her eyes cracked for a fraction of a second.
Cole saw it. He grabbed onto it like a drowning man snatching at a rope.
“I know,” he cried, his voice breaking into a sob. “I know he was the one who saved you in Switzerland. I know he died for you p>
His knees struck the wet asphalt. He collapsed into the deep puddle on the street, kneeling before her in the pouring rain.
“I didn’t know it was you,” Cole wept, his hands pressing into the muddy water. “I am a stupid, blind idiot. I mistook that fake for you. I thought I was protecting his girl. I didn’t know I was hurting you. June, I’m so sorry p>
The security guards stared in stunned silence at the billionaire weeping on his knees in the rain.
But June did not look stunned. She did not look moved. She looked down at Cole with a gaze so profoundly sad and so utterly ruthless that it seemed to drop the temperature of the air around them.
𝖱𝘦𝗮d 𝖿𝗿o𝗆 уоu𝗋 𝗉𝗁о𝗻𝖾 о𝗻
She stared at the man kneeling in the mud, and she opened her mouth to deliver the final execution.
The rain battered Cole’s back as he knelt in the dirty street water. He tilted his head up, wet hair clinging to his forehead, and looked at June with a desperate, pathetic sliver of hope shining in his red eyes.
He truly believed the truth would save him. He thought that if June knew this was all a tragic case of mistaken identity — that his cruelty had been born from a misguided attempt to protect Caleb’s legacy — she would feel at least a drop of pity for him.
June stood under the black umbrella and looked down at him. The pity in her eyes was not for his pain. It was the pity one feels for a creature too foolish to understand it is already dead.
“You think,” June’s voice sliced through the heavy rain, sharp and freezing, “that because you come here crying about a misunderstanding — telling me you meant to protect me — that changes anything p>
Cole flinched. He opened his mouth, but his throat was completely closed. He shook his head weakly.
June took one step forward. Easton immediately shifted the umbrella to keep the rain off her shoulders.
“Cole, do you honestly believe,” June said, her lips curling into a cruel, mocking smile, “that I endured your psychological abuse for three years because I was deeply in love with you p>
The words worked like a rusted blade sliding slowly between his ribs. He stared at her blankly, his mind unable to process the sentence.
“Do you think,” June continued, her voice dropping to a lethal whisper, “I would marry a man who openly kept a first love in his heart, and let him treat me like garbage, just because I wanted his money p>
June leaned forward slightly. Her dark eyes bored directly into the center of Cole’s soul.
Message from Noa: Beautiful Friday dear reader. God loves you and Noa wishes you all the best. p>