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Finally, his eyes landed on Jacob, who had tried to step forward and explain.
His voice dipped into subzero territory:
“Why did you treat my fiancée like this?”
“F–Fiancée?!”
Sophia’s screech could’ve shattered glass, staring wildly at me,
then back at Alexander.
“No way! Alexander, she lied to you! She’s just a broke delivery girl named Emily–Jacob’s girlfriend! How could she be your fiancée?”
“She’s been delivering takeout for two years! I’ve known her for ages! There’s no way someone like her is the Carter heiress!”
Even Jacob was stunned silent by this sudden twist.
His eyes darted between Alexander’s protective stance and the horrifying realization clicked into place.
“Emily…you…”
in my disheveled
He stared at me like he was seeing me for the first time, trying to find traces of “the Carter heiress” in 1 He never expected…
actually looked quite a bit like Richard Carter.
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Chapter 6
Jacob pointed at me, his voice hourse, his expression twisted in a mix of rage, confusion, and a trace of fear.
“Tell me what the hell is going on!”
“You mean you’ve been lying to me this whole time? You’re some rich heiress, and you pretended to be poor–just to trick me?!”
“You made me grovel for survival like a fool, while you stood by and watched with pride, didn’t you?”
“And what’s going on between you and Alexander? Why did he say you’re his fiancée?”
Answer Ine!”
His tone was full of accusation and hurt,
As if he were the one who’d been deceived and wronged
The audacity of this man–had two years of deception already rewritten history in his mind?
1 cinched Alexander’s jacket around me–the residual warmth a stark contrast to the ice in my veins, and the sight of Jacob in front of me made my
stomach tur
The rain and humiliation–stained tears had long since dried-
Only a cold, bitter clarity remained.
“Jacob, your ability to accuse others while playing the victim. truly masterful ”
“Who pretended to be poor? Who pretended to be paralyzed? Who pawned off my mother’s keepsake just to please your childhood sweetheart?”
“Who spent two years staging a performance to help Sophia exact her revenge, while I ran around in the storm like a fool, delivering overpriced takeout for the two of you to feast on did that make you happy?”
Now tell me again, who wronged whom? Can you say it with a straight face?”
My gaze snapped to Sophia–a scalpel slicing through her pretense, her face pale, my eyes landing on the now–empty spot where the ring used to be. “The ones who wore masks, plotted deceit, and trampled on someone’s sincere lieart–it was you and Sophia”
My voice wasn’t loud,
But each word landed like a hammer on Jacob’s chest.
And on the faces of everyone who had laughed at me just moments ago.
#You’re lying!”
Sophia shrieked like a scalded cat–all claws and no grace, trying to shift the blame.
She jabbed a finger at my face, her tone sharp and cruel.
