anymore. I was afraid you’d choose Crystal over me. Please, forgive me. I’m sorry…”
“You dare mention Crystal?!”
Something snapped in Tristan. He lunged, wrapping his hands around her throat.
“I watched the kitchen surveillance. You poured the boiling water on your wrist yourself, and you still had the nerve to lie to
me?!”
Jessica’s face turned crimson. She struggled desperately, but the ropes held her down, rendering her helpless.
“If not for you, I never would have locked Crystal in that steamer! If not for you, Tommy wouldn’t be dead! You lied to me. All of you lied to me. How dare you?!”
A manic laugh burst from his throat. His grip tightened, veins bulging from his neck.
Jessica had already lost consciousness, her face tinged a dark purple, her breath all but gone.
“Go to hell!”
At the last moment, clarity struck him like a slap. He yanked his hands away and collapsed onto the floor, his strength drained all at once. He stared at Jessica’s unmoving body, his chest rising and falling in shallow, panicked breaths.
“Crystal… Tommy… I’m sorry…”
For the first time, he seemed to accept that I was truly gone. His defenses crumbled, and he buried his face in his hands, sobbing
like a lost child.
I watched his breakdown with not a flicker of sympathy–only a bitter sense of irony.
If he had just checked the kitchen surveillance back then, he would have known I was innocent.
If he had bothered to investigate, he would have seen that Jessica was lying.
But he hadn’t. Instead, he had chosen to believe her unconditionally, condemning me on nothing more than her word.
And the moment I died, he chose self–deception over facing the truth.
Now that Jessica threatened to expose his secret, he decided to eliminate the risk, imprisoning her in the villa to protect himself.
Even though she was once the woman he loved obsessively.
Tristan, this was never about love or sentimentality.
You are nothing but selfish to your core.
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