Back when Valerie left the U.S., Blayne spent his days drowning himself in clubs and bars.
Oswald, his grandfather, had no choice. Seeing that Terri bore a slight resemblance to Valerie, he gritted his teeth and sent her over.
From then on, Terri stayed by Blayne’s side.
He loved lychees, so she arranged for them to be flown in from Hawaii.
Her mother was vain and constantly pestered her for money. Blayne, instead of letting her deal with it, gave Clarissa a supplementary card just to shut her up.
There was sincerity in it.
Every night, he held Terri in his arms, gently caressing her face, calling her his precious girl.
When things got heated between them, she once asked him why he never took it further.
Blayne buried his face in her neck and whispered, “Let’s wait until we’re married. I want to give you the best.”
She cried until her heart melted.
But then—the day before the wedding, she saw him lounging in a hotel room, holding Valerie in his arms.
He was beneath her, their bodies intimately entwined.
Blayne frowned at Terri now, unable to understand why she still didn’t know when to quit.
“You think your little tricks aren’t obvious?” He pulled Valerie into his arms. “You just want to frame your sister so you can come running to me, playing the victim?”
Valerie clung to his arm, looking troubled. “Whatever it is, let’s talk about it later. The party's about to start, and there are people everywhere. You’ll need a date when you go in. I won’t hold this against Terri—it’s not worth it.”
Saying that, she reached out as if to take Terri’s arm.
Terri turned away in disgust.
Blayne let out a cold laugh. “Someone like her? She actually thinks she deserves to walk in with me and attend the party? Still clinging to the title of my fiancée? As if.”
The staff behind him, quick on their feet, stepped forward with a dress box in hand.
Terri remained where she was, unmoving. She was waiting for Blayne’s final verdict.
‘This is good.’
With every action, Blayne was wearing down the last remnants of her patience and attachment.
The final stage of desensitization.
Once she had cried out all her tears, she would leave—swiftly, cleanly, without ever looking back.
Blayne tightened his hold around Valerie’s waist. “Go back the way you came. My family’s party doesn’t need someone as manipulative and disgraceful as you. You’re not fit to be my wife, let alone my fiancée.”