He remembered that night at Leila's hospital bedside, waking with the uneasy sense that someone had rifled through his phone. Now he knew that she had breached his secure folder and unleashed the evidence.
Oddly, it barely stirred him. Losing Leila had ripped away his delusions. His heart had always been hers. Chloe was mere infatuation, a ghost from his past.
The truth gutted him: Leila had overheard his study conversation with her ex-fiancé, and Chloe's venom at the family banquet had driven her to file for divorce. The realization curdled into venomous loathing for Chloe.
Without her poison, maybe he would have loved Leila the way she deserved. Maybe none of this would have happened.
But no amount of regret could rewrite the past. Leila was gone. Dead. And his remorse meant nothing
