Edgar's face darkened.
He pressed his lips together, staring intently at Elena.
"I know you're mad at me, but there's no way you feel nothing for me. You're definitely not head over heels for Uncle Felix either. Just admit it—you married him to spite me."
He was relentless, demanding an answer.
Edgar couldn't quite grasp why he felt this way. Elena's presence felt empty to him now, but knowing she belonged to someone else felt unbearable.
They'd been engaged for years, practically on the brink of marriage.
Elena, however, remained indifferent, her tone devoid of any emotion. "There's no chance I'd care for someone who has no morals, who cheats and betrays so easily. Believe it or not, I feel nothing for you anymore. What's the point of dwelling on this?"
"I..." Edgar stammered, unab
