The man sitting in the driver's seat was still Brandon Hughes, still wearing that familiar cold and arrogant aura, still handsome enough to make countless women fall for him with one glance.
But at the same time…
He was also the man who had ruined every fantasy she ever dared to have.
Her eyes were clear, almost cruelly clear. "I imagined that you would never betray me," she said softly. "I imagined that you would protect me. That you would stand beside me when everyone else wanted to tear me apart."
She paused for a moment, then continued in an even calmer voice.
"I imagined that if the whole world misunderstood me, you would still believe me."
Her words were not shouted.
They were not accusations.
They were simply statements, like reading an autopsy report.
Each word fell into the air with a dull weight, making it impossible to escape.
Brandon Hughes's pupils trembled slightly.
His lips parted, but no sound came out.
