Chapter 22

Hector looked agonized as he threw the bouquet and ring aside, scattering the pink petals over the floor. They made a broken sight. "Noelle…" He pulled out a dagger from his pocket and pressed it to his wrist. The blade slipped over the area, drawing blood. "Tell me the truth, Noelle. Do you really not care about me anymore? Not even in the slightest? I was born in an affluent family, and money meant nothing to me. It was just like paper—I had too much of it to count." Hector looked up, his eyes filled with anguish. "Countless people flattered me and sucked up to me—they claimed they liked or loved me, but it was all for my family's status and wealth, not because of who I was." Noelle backed away. "So what?" "Do you know why I was so in love with Lindsey? Because she once saved my life. As a child, I was captured by one of my family's enemies. She was the one who'd stepped forward and offered to give her life in exchange for mine." Hector smiled bitterly. "I later asked her why