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    With a casual “I’ll divorce her,” he felt he could simply abandon his current wife without a shred of guilt.


    Not long ago, he had gone to extreme lengths to divorce Christina because he wanted to be with Ynda.


    Now, he was ready to discard Ynda just as quickly to get Christina back.


    What about the years toe? If she were foolish enough to return, the pattern was clear: when she aged and he found someone younger, she would be discarded all over again.


    To him, women were merely toys. He would y with them until he grew bored, then toss them aside and immediately search for a new distraction. This was not a man she could ever build a future with.


    Christina’s lips curved into a cold, mocking smile—Brendon was truly beyond redemption.


    Seeing her smile, Brendon foolishly mistook it for a sign of softening, a signal she might be willing to return to him. He stepped forward, reaching out to pull her into his arms, but Christina sidestepped smoothly, evading his grasp.


    “Don’t touch me!” she snapped, her voiceced with disgust. “You make me sick.”


    Brendon froze, the words striking him like a de. A sharp, searing pain spread through his chest.


    He had once thrown those exact words at her—you make me sick—never realizing how deeply they could cut.


    Now, hearing them from her lips, he finally understood the true sting of heartbreak.


    For the first time, he grasped how much she must have suffered when he’d said them.


    “Christina, I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to hurt you. I know I was wrong. Please, don’t be angry,” Brendon pleaded, his tone heavy with regret.


    “I’m not angry. You’re not worth the energy. Now move,” Christina said coolly.


    “Christina…” Brendon called again, trying to step closer. When Christina clenched her fists, he instinctively backed away a couple of steps but still blocked her path.


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    Her defiance only fanned the mes of his frustration.


    Anger twisted into recklessness as he jabbed a finger toward his car. “If you don’t forgive me, I’ll drive myself back right now. If I crash while I’m drunk, you’ll regret it for the rest of your life!”


    “If you want to die, go jump off a bridge. Just don’t drag anyone else into it,” Christina retorted, rolling her eyes in exasperation.


    Whether he lived or died was no concern of hers. Using his life as leverage only worked on those who cared. To anyone else, his suicidal threat might as well be a child’s tantrum. Threatening her with death was the most pathetic move imaginable.


    Her indifference only deepened Brendon’s anguish. His chest felt hollow, his mind reeling.


    How could she say that so coldly, so heartlessly? Did she really feel nothing for him anymore?


    And yet he remembered—vividly—how deeply she had once cared, how she had humbled herself for him time and again. There was no way she could have forgotten all that.


    “Christina, could you really stand there and watch me die?” he asked, his voice shaking, frantic.


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