“You’re staying in the study. Let Bella recover, then we’ll talk,” Timothy warned me, his tone icy.
Christopher’s eyes were full of suspicion as he looked at me. “Bella needs care right now. We’re not even officially married anyway. If you keep causing trouble, this wedding is off!”
I stared back at them, a bitter smile tugging at my lips.
If I were the old Helena, maybe my heart would have shattered. But now, all I felt was disappointment.
This place no longer welcomed me. It was time to return to the life that belonged to me.
Since I had already decided to leave, I didn’t bother responding.
I turned and walked into the study.
My things were scattered across the room in disarray. These were things I had carefully chosen and designed.
They represented my hopes and dreams for the future.
I silently threw the wedding items that Isabella had ruined into the trash.
Christopher nodded in approval. “Those things are worthless. We can always buy new ones for the wedding later.”
A shadow of bitterness flashed in my eyes.
What was worthless wasn’t just these items. Also, there would be no “later”.
This place was no longer my home.
