His voice cracked with pain and regret.
I simply gave him a cold, humorless smile.
"I don't believe you."
More than 50 years of living beside him in my past life had already given me the answer in the cruelest way possible.
He had never loved me. From beginning to end, Vanessa had always been his first love, the woman he could never truly let go of.
Ethan stared at me as the light in his eyes slowly faded.
He swallowed hard as though trying to explain, but the door opened before he could speak.
Grant walked in.
He was tall and striking in a black suit, his bearing calm and refined.
The moment his gaze landed on me, all the coldness left his expression, replaced by warmth.
Then he turned to Ethan, and a chill entered his gaze.
"Mr. Mercer, what right do you have to question my wi
