Chapter 117

Angelica's sobs are heartwrenching like her heart is shattered into a thousand pieces. I feel an overwhelming urge to comfort her, but I remember the photos of her sabotaging my line and feel my heart freeze.

I don't know what game she's playing, but I won't let her take Atlas away from me again.

"I don't understand," she weeps, her voice shaking through choked sobs. "We were in love and now you have cast me aside. What did I do wrong?"

She sounds bewildered and frightened. But I saw the photos. There is no denying it was her. Why is she bothering to try to convince him of something else?

Does she have no memory of the sins she committed against me or is all of this part of some twisted, elaborate game?

Thinking back to the way she manipulated me into trusting her on the island, despite how she insists she remembers nothing of that time, this feeling of being controlled and lied to feels very much the same.

Does she think she can gaslight my husband into loving her again?

My heart stop