In the background stood Velmont’s tallest Ferris wheel.
Bennett was holding Talia tightly in his arms and under the bright fireworks, they were kissing passionately.
As they kissed, Bennett’s hand slowly slid under Talia’s clothes.
Her cheeks turned red, her eyes unfocused and she gently pushed him away. “Not… not here…”
I quickly turned off the video, my stomach tightening.
So, the reason she kept rejecting me was that she had already been with Bennett.
My chest ached like it had been stabbed.
That evening, at a business dinner, I saw Bennett again, his body wrapped in bandages, with Talia leaning close to him.
Bennett glared at me with anger. Talia quickly walked over. “Nolan, why didn’t you reply to my messages?”
“I was busy,” I said coldly.
“The lawyer will send you the divorce papers soon.”
Her expression changed. “Nolan! What are you talking about? I don’t agree to a divorce!”
“Where’s your calm and confidence now? When did you become so small-minded and emotional?”
Before she could say more, Bennett, beside her, began coughing hard. She turned around right away and rushed to his side.
Bennett looked at me with cold, disgusted eyes.
A deep feeling of worry grew inside me. Bennett looked nice and polite, like his father, but deep down, he was cruel.
After a while, he tapped his glass. “Everyone, I’ve invited a special dance troupe from abroad to perform for us tonight.”
A group of dancers entered the hall.
One woman, wearing heavy makeup, came close to me. Her strong lily perfume made me sneeze again and again. When her hand touched my chest, I pushed her away at once.
Bennett walked over. “What’s wrong?”
I gasped, finding it harder to breathe. Bennett put his hand on my shoulder, but I pushed him away.
He fell to the ground, blood running from his forehead. Everything was a mess.
Talia ran over and pushed me away. I lost my balance and my crutches dropped. The broken glass cut my ankle, causing a sharp pain.
Talia looked at me angrily. “Nolan Hollis! What on earth are you doing?”
She quickly helped Bennett up and rushed off, leaving me sitting on the floor in panic.
I reached out for my crutches, but someone kicked them away. I could only feel around on the ground, trying to find them.
After a moment, someone picked up the crutches and threw them hard at me, with whispers I heard.
“What kind of living devil? Without his crutches, he’s just a useless cripple.”