Chapter 532
Chapter 531:
“You came here because you are a loser,” Jocelyn continued, dissecting her with surgical precision. “You cannot accept the reality that you failed as his doctor and failed as a woman to hold his attention. You’re a footnote in his life, and the thought of him being genuinely happy with me is eating you alive p>
Chloe’s mouth opened. No sound came out.
“You want to talk about manipulation?” Jocelyn’s voice took on a cold edge of contempt. “You tried to drug him. You tried to destroy us with lies. You exploited a position of trust to feed your own obsession p>
She stepped closer, invading Chloe’s space until the air between them felt suffocating.
“Even if Gaston has a thousand demons,” Jocelyn whispered, “he fights them for me. You? You wallow in your own misery and try to drag everyone within reach down with you. He may have his darkness, Chloe. But you are nothing but an empty void p>
The words landed like physical blows. The last fragile remnants of Chloe’s composure shattered. Her face went chalk-white. Her lips moved, searching for a defense that no longer existed.
“If you ever come near me again,” Jocelyn said, her eyes flat and absolute, “I won’t call the police. I will have Gaston’s security team ensure you disappear so completely your own mother will forget your name p>
She didn’t wait to see the effect. Jocelyn turned and walked briskly toward the edge of the woods, where her armored Maybach sat on the gravel shoulder.
Behind her, Chloe’s knees gave out. She collapsed onto the cold, damp earth, buried her face in her hands, and let out a raw, agonizing wail of total defeat.
The driver opened the heavy, bulletproof door. Jocelyn slid into the backseat, and the door sealed shut with a deep, solid thud.
The moment she was hidden behind the tinted glass, the facade evaporated completely.
𝗝𝗼𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝘂𝗻𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝗮𝘁
She slumped against the plush leather, and her entire body began to shake. A cold, clammy sweat broke out across her forehead and the back of her neck.
The driver’s eyes found hers in the rearview mirror, widening. “Mrs. Collins? Should I call the medical team p>
“No,” Jocelyn gasped, her voice thin and reedy. “Just drive. The private clinic on the Upper East Side. Now p>
The Maybach accelerated smoothly down the winding mountain road. Inside the cabin, Jocelyn’s world was spinning.
It wasn’t only the adrenaline crash.
Chloe’s words played on an endless, torturous loop. He was a man bleeding out, using billions of dollars to build a fortress around you. The thought of Gaston’s hands — the hands that stroked her hair, that held her with such careful tenderness — being driven by such profound, hidden pain made her stomach violently contract.
A wave of intense nausea surged up her throat.
She told herself it was the psychological shock, that the sheer weight of the revelation was making her physically ill. But black spots crowded the edges of her vision, a high-pitched ringing filled her ears, and she couldn’t draw a full breath.