Chapter 251 Tidal Remorse
Chapter 251 Tidal Remorse
<b><i>It </i></b><i>was </i>never meant to turn out like this–<i>not </i>like this<i>. </i>
Quinn delivered every shred of evidence she had gathered about Sidonie’s crimes straight into the cops‘
hands.
Byw, the cops had to detain Sidonic on the
spot.
Sidonie red at Quinn, hatred shing in her eyes. “Quinn, don’t fool yourself into thinking you’ve <b>won</b>. Those scraps of evidence will never be enough to convict me!”
“Whether you’re convicted or not is for the judge and jury to decide,” Quinn replied, her voice icy.
Han and Laura arrived with Lindgren in tow. The moment he spotted Sidonie, he spat, “Bitch! You dare set me up? If you ever get out, I swear I’ll finish you.”
“You were the greedy one,” Sidonie shot back. “You demanded fifty million. You cornered me–what choice did I have? me your own appetite.”
Lindgren snorted. “Greedy? I only asked for that money. You, on the other hand, want the whole fortune Trent has built. Why else would you pretend to be the woman who once saved his life? If you loved him so much, where were you when he was a broke nobody? Funny how your affection bloomed after he struck gold.“He would’ve decked Sidonie if the cops weren’t around.
Sidonie’s voice wavered the instant she noticed Trent standing in the doorway. “Trent, don’t listen to a word he says. I chose you because I love you.”
She could not let Trent abandon her; Quinn had even unearthed proof that the border fire years ago had been her doing. Whether the evidence held or not, Sidonie needed Trent’s clout to win the case and w her way out of this mess.
Trent’s face was a tangle of emotions. He had raced here in a cab from the riverside, only to walk in on Lindgren’s damning usations.
<i>Could </i><i>Lindgren </i><i>be </i><i>right</i><i>? </i><i>Had </i><i>Sidonie </i><i>only sought </i><i>me </i><i>out </i><i>because </i><i>of </i><i>sess </i><i>and </i><i>wealth</i><i>? </i>
Back when he was just an injured nobody, she had visited the hospital twice and then vanished. After his discharge, he was the one chasing her, and she always imed to be too busy to see him.
Yet once money poured in, Sidonie appeared almost on schedule, forever the one calling first.
“Trent, you do believe me, don’t you?” Her voice trembled.
Trent let out a hollowugh. <i>Believe </i><i>her</i>? <i>How</i>?
“You keep saying you love me, telling me to trust you,” he said quietly. “You know how much I care about the one who saved me, but you still pretended it was you. You let me believe a lie. And if someone <b>else </b>hadn’t exposed the truth… would you have ever told me?”
“I was-” she faltered.
“And this isn’t the only thing you lied to me about. The fifty million wasn’t some verification fund at all!”
Trent continued, his voice low but steady. “I called your uncle on my way over. He knew <b>nothing </b>about <b>any </b>investment checks. You took the money to silence Lindgren, didn’t you?”
The disappointment in Trent’s eyes sent a shiver down Sidonie’s spine.
It was the look of a man drawing a line he would never cross again.
Once<b>, </b>even if he had learned she had moved millions, he would have forgiven her.
Now, he understood she had never been his savior.
“Trent, I never meant to lie to you,” she blurted. “I only borrowed the money. I reported the theft, so the police will get it back–no real loss. I really nned to help you and Uncle Hugh work together. I was just about to exin to him!”
But Trent’s eyes remained cold; he didn’t believe a single word she said.
“I love you, Trent. You have to know I love you!” she said, panicking.
“Enough,” Trent snapped, “Don’t say you love me again, Sidonie. Whatever we had ends here.”
All color drained from Sidonie’s face.
<i>Ends </i><i>here</i>? <i>Not </i><i>a </i><i>chance</i><i>. </i>Sidonie had poured too much of herself into this, giving upfort, pride, and time; she would never allow the story to fade to ck now.
Watching Trent turn his head away, Sidonie blurted, “I’m pregnant!”
Trent froze. “What?” The single word escaped before he could contain it. Disbelief widened his eyes, but panic followed as he flicked a nce toward Quinn.
Quinn frowned while she studied Sidonie, weighing every syble. The sight sparked <i>a </i>fragile hope inside Trent. <i>So</i><i>, </i><i>she </i>still <i>cares </i><i>about </i><i>me</i><i>. </i><i>Why </i><i>else </i><i>would </i><i>her </i><i>face </i><i>tighten </i><i>the </i><i>instant </i><i>she </i><i>learned </i><i>Sidonie </i><i>is </i><i>carrying </i><i>my </i><i>child</i><i>? </i>
“Yes, Trent, I’m pregnant,” Sidonie repeated, her voice sharp with triumph. “So don’t even dream of walking away from me.”