Chapter 92

"Say that again." My face had gone completely pale. Henry Smith looked away slowly, avoiding my eyes, and said in a low voice, "Vera is my mom’s friend’s daughter. Since I promised my mom I’d take care of her, that makes her my guest. I don’t care what you think of her—I just expect you to act appropriately and not humiliate her in public. If you can’t even understand that... maybe I need to rethink our relationship." The moment I heard that, my tears just wouldn’t stop. My chest ached like I couldn’t breathe. I thought I’d already let go of the past, cut ties, moved on. But it was him—he kept pulling me back in, messing with my head, making me believe there could still be something. I tried so hard to convince myself he didn’t care—but in the end, I got fooled anyway. And right now, I realized... deep down, I actually believed the kindness he showed me was real. I believed him when he said he was getting more and more attached to me. I believed it, and that’s why I lost. The second I