With that thought, I arranged everything for my mom, then turned and went back to the villa.
Not long after Bryson left, the screen of my phone displayed a message from Debbii.
I didn’t know where she’d gotten my number, but judging from today, she had been planning this for a long time.
I opened the video, and there he was—Bryson’s anxious figure filling the screen.
“Debbii, don’t worry. I’ve settled everything with Hedy. No one will send you to prison, no one will hurt you. I promise.”
As he spoke, he pulled her gently into his arms, his eyes holding the same tenderness he once reserved for me.
At that moment, I felt my heart shatter.
The pain my mom, my brother, and I had endured—to Bryson, it was all nothing but a bargaining chip to please Debbii.
Even after knowing the truth, he still chose to stand by her side.
At the end of the video, Debbii leaned in and pressed her red lips to his. Bryson, that jerk, did not even refuse.
I watched that video three times over until the ache in my chest numbed into nothing.
As if knowing I had finished watching, Debbii sent another message—this time more openly provocative.
[Bitch, is that wretched mom of yours still not dead? What a pity. She suffered so much because of a daughter like you. Yes, I gave her the drug on purpose, but Bryson still chose me over you. If you know what’s good for you, you’d better leave. Otherwise, watch out for your brother’s and your mom’s lives!]
She really had done it on purpose!
My eyes burned with hatred. If she appeared before me right now, I might not stop myself from tearing her apart!
Message after message, she goaded me, as if trying to drive me mad.
And then, suddenly, I widened my eyes in disbelief.
Hedy’s POV
On Debbii’s video, I recognized a decoration I knew too well.
I paced around the villa, my steps quick and restless, only to discover that the interior design in so many of Debbii’s videos was identical to this place.
A sudden realization struck me like lightning. My chest tightened as I bolted out the door.
From the villa next door came a voice—familiar, intimate.
There she was—Debbii—fluttering into Bryson’s arms like a lark, her laughter sweet and airy.
And Bryson, smiling with gentle indulgence, carefully caught her in his embrace.
“Why are you running so fast? Be careful with the baby in your belly,” he murmured.