I pulled Olivia around him, but he suddenly grabbed my wrist, his grip like a vise.
“Sophia, I know I was wrong. But I beg you, for the sake of our five years together, can you help me? Make a statement to the med- ia. Or… can we just get back together? I swear I won’t have anything to do with those two again.” Kevin promised me with a solemn face.
But to my ears, his vows were indistinguishable from a dog’s whimpers.
“You’re only here because the Blackwood family’s stock plummeted, aren’t you?” I said, without hesitation.
A flicker of panic crossed his eyes. “No, it’s not that! I truly know I was wrong, and I want to beg for your forgiveness.”
Bullshit. Although I had expected it, my heart still stung as if pricked by something sharp. The man I’d spent five years with was a complete scoundrel. He wouldn’t apologize for our relationship; he would only use me for his own selfish desires.
I wrenched free from his grip, my voice cold and devoid of emotion. “Don’t ever come looking for me again. I won’t forgive you. And I want no connection with you whatsoever.”
Kevin remained unyielding.
I said quietly, “If you don’t let go, I don’t mind re–introducing your glorious deeds to the media.”
His hand instantly released mine. I gave a mocking smile: All just a pretense.
Clara was even more thick–skinned than I had imagined. Ever since Clara returned from abroad, I had confidently entrusted her with running my own company. My parents were getting older, so I took over the company. Clara, conveniently, had studied accoun- ting used to trust her implicitly; now, it was laughable to think about.
“Sophia.” She still put on the facade of a good friend. If everyone hadn’t already witnessed her actions as a mistress, they would probably have fallen for her act.
I avoided her outstretched hand with a chilling, insincere smile. “Go ahead and resign. And prepare to be summoned by the police.”
“What?!” Clara’s eyes widened in disbelief. I had relied on professional management for my company, but above all, i had placed my trust in Clara. But now, it seemed, that trust had driven my company into treacherous waters.
“There are massive financial discrepancies in the company, and they trace back to you. I’ve already handed over the evidence to
the police,” I stated calmly.
Clara looked utterly incredulous. I laughed, a cruel, cold sound. “You might not understand the law, but Kevin certainly does. He had already set you up as his scapegoat.”
“No, I don’t believe it! You’re lying to me!” Clara insisted, convinced I was bluffing.
How uninteresting. Seeing her put so much faith in a scumbag like Kevin was like looking at my own foolish self from the past.
“If you don’t believe it, that’s your problem.”
