Chapter 662
Chapter 662:
And the cruelest irony of all—every twist of his downfall had started because Gabriela refused to tell him the truth.
Had Gabriela revealed from the very start that she was loaded, he would never have severed ties with her. Had he known that Phyllis had stolen what was hers, he would never have taken her hand in marriage.
Gabriela’s name echoed through his regrets like a curse. With each passing day, the demon gnawing at his heart only grew stronger.
There were only two paths left before him. Either she relented, and they lived out their lives bathed in wealth and power, or he pulled her into the abyss with him, chained together in eternal ruin.
His thoughts twisted darker and darker—until the sound of footsteps shattered his daze.
A cold prickle crept down his spine, and he instinctively pressed himself into the shadows.
𝖥𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗎𝗌 𝗈𝗇
Out of the gloom stepped a pair of white, refined high heels—gleaming, poised, and perilously close.
Phyllis scraped the mud from her heels, her brows pinched as she surveyed the dingy hideout with open contempt. “Dustin, get out here p>
Only after her sharp call echoed through the place did Dustin finally shuffle from the shadows, his movements slow and heavy.
A filthy strip of bandages clung unevenly around his head, his clothes hung in wrinkled folds, and a sour stench clung to him from days without washing.
The man who once carried the polished charm of a movie star now looked pathetic—his face smothered in coarse stubble, his posture broken, his whole presence reduced to that of a beggar.
Revulsion flickered across Phyllis’s eyes.
This was the man she had once schemed to claim? A hollow wreck who had even dragged her mother into ruin—paralyzing her and condemning her to a hospital ward behind prison walls. If it weren’t for competing with Gabriela, she would never have fought for such trash.
“Did you make sure no one followed you? Not a single suspicious car p>
Dustin refused to meet her eyes, his gaze shifting nervously through the shadows.
“No one tailed me,” Phyllis assured coldly, lowering her voice. “I waited for the rain before coming. The cameras can’t catch me in weather like this p>
Burying her revulsion, she leaned closer, whispering with malice, “I wish Gabriela would just disappear. I’ll help you get through this, no matter what it takes p>
She hoped that once the police eased up on their hunt for Dustin, he would have the opportunity to eliminate Gabriela.
Phyllis dropped a backpack onto the floor with a dull thud.
Inside were a few bare essentials—food, water, toiletries.
The instant the zipper hissed open, Dustin’s hand shot in and fumbled out a loaf of bread. He tore into it like a starving animal.
Phyllis’s stomach twisted as she watched him devour each bite with feral desperation.
To think she had once shared a bed with this wretched man made her stomach churn until she nearly gagged.