Chapter 154 Words That Can’t Be Taken Back


    Chapter 154 Words That Can’t Be Taken Back


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    The woman’s voice through the receiver was still the one Zacharias knew so well, but it carried no warmth, no fluctuation. If anything, there was only impatience and mockery. In contrast, his own frantic desperation made him feel like aplete fool.


    His grip on the phone was so tight his knuckles turned white, his wrist trembling faintly. Standing on the unfamiliar street under the night sky, he felt as if someone had dumped a bucket of ice water over him. After the chill came a bone–deep exhaustion, as though all his strength had been drained away.


    His chest rose and fell rapidly. “Anne, I never ordered Rory to hurt you! I swear. You have to believe me when I saw his car flipped over and you gone, I thought my heart had stopped.


    “You can’t throw away everything between us because of one lie, one mistake! You can’t erase all our years together! I was worried sick. Why won’t you believe me?” His voice cracked with pain, even carrying a note of pleading.


    A cold wind swept past Anneliese, whipping her hair across her face. She didn’t bother to brush it aside. Her throat tightened before she finally spoke. “Zacharias, I believe you.”


    She believed that he had been worried. Years together left something behind, even if it wasn’t love. To put it bluntly, even a dog that clung to him for over a decade would mean something eventually. How much more so when she had stood beside him through hardship into wealth?


    If she had been hurt and Zacharias hadn’t cared at all, then she would have been the real fool.


    Hearing her say she believed him almost brought tears to Zacharias‘ eyes. His Adam’s apple bobbed, lips lifting slightly as he was about to speak–only for her voice to cut through again. “But Zacharias, whether you worry or not, I don’t care anymore.”


    “You don’t care? Why don’t you care? How could you not care?” His breathing grew uneven again.


    <i>She </i><i>doesn’t </i><i>care </i><i>anymore</i><i>? </i><i>Doesn’t </i><i>that </i><i>mean </i><i>she </i><i>no </i><i>longer </i><i>cares </i><i>about </i><i>me </i><i>either</i><i>?! </i><i>Does </i><i>she </i><i>not </i><i>love </i><i>me </i><i>anymore</i><i>? </i>


    Zacharias refused to ept it. As soon as she made another sound, he cut her off, questions tumbling out in a rush. “If you don’t care about me, who do you care about? Jonathan Fullbuster? Don’t deny it–I know you flew to Riveraton on his private jet, and he pulled you out of Rory’s hands, didn’t he?


    “How far have you two gone? Dr. Helpis said your condition was cured long ago. Why did you hide it from me? Anneliese, have you slept with him?” His voice rose, thick with jealousy and


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    Anneliese went pale with anger. “Shut up! Zacharias Shaw, I’m not as vile as you! Jonathan and I are innocent.”


    It wasn’t that she wanted to justify herself to him. But he was clearly unhinged, and if she didn’t make it clear, she feared he might go after Jonathan. That would be humiliating beyond


    measure.


    Her calm certainty steadied him. The breakdown in his voice softened, his tone turning almost hopeful. “I knew you wouldn’t betray me, honey. You still care about me, don’t you?”


    Anneliese crushed his fantasy with cold finality. “I’ve taken Rory’s evidence. You know very well why. When you’re back, find the time to get the divorce papers signed.”


    Zacharias didn’t catch that she said “get the papers” rather than “file for divorce.” His fury red. “Rory’s evidence proves nothing. Don’t think you can use it to threaten me. I won’t agree to a divorce!”


    He mmed the call closed and turned, driving his fist into a tree.


    Jonathan had only been away two days before his schedule shifted again, piling up work. By the time he left the office and headed back to Maple Bay, the city was lit in neon, and night had fallen.


    At an intersection, Zion nced over. “Mr. Fullbuster, did Ms. ude reach out to you after you parted ways today?”


    Jonathan, scrolling through documents on his tablet, didn’t look up. “Why?”


    “No reason. I just bet she would contact you first.”


    Jonathan finally lifted his eyes. His face was as cold as ever, but Zion swore he caught a flicker of curiosity. He grinned. “Think about it, sir. Ms. ude saw Ms. Malone today. And then you turned down her dinner invitation because of Ms. Malone. You think she won’t read into that?”


    Jonathan frowned slightly. “I didn’t refuse because of India. I refused because of work.”