Never Met, Never Loved Novel

Chapter 3 The engagement banquet I'd been waiting for six months had been ruined, along with the decade of love that we had shared. I lay there in a daze until the pain at the corner of my mouth went numb. Only then did I prop myself up with my left hand. I dialed a number I hadn't reached out to in years. "I regret it. I know you have a way, and I want them to pay the price!" I stayed in the hospital for seven full days. Wilfred got me the best plastic surgery team out there, but he never showed up.

My bedside table was piled with business magazines, every one of them reporting how the Coleman and Powell families were extending their collaboration, forming a powerful alliance. The headline on the latest issue read, "Mr. Coleman's New Marriage Prospect?" My phone chimed with a new message. I had received an anonymous video. In the video, Adeline looked completely unhinged. "I give up! Fine, I admit defeat, okay? At the start, I only used you to get back at Olivia. But later on, I fell for you... I love you. How could I possibly not?

"You designed that villa for me, and you'd arrange my painkillers by date so that I wouldn't forget. Every time I worked late, you'd smoke downstairs while keeping me company... "You even took the blame for me, saying the Greystone Mansion fire was your fault. In the end, you suffered all those knife wounds from Olivia... You have feelings for me, too, don't you?" "Come on, say something!" she added. Adeline questioned him again and again, crying as she screamed. Her assistant tried to stop her, but she slapped her across the face. "Get out!" Wilfred's helpless sigh broke the silence.

I heard his answer, loud and clear. "Yeah, I do." My head was spinning, and it felt like all the blood had drained from my body. Back then, my mom had died in a fire. From her charred hand, the firefighters found a tiny wooden carving of me. I cried so hard, wanting to follow her to the afterlife. In the end, the ninety-nine self-inflicted cuts I'd planned for myself landed on Wilfred instead. He bled and cried, apologizing repeatedly as he claimed my mom had been killed by his enemies in an act of revenge. When the blade sliced through his arm, he held me tight without even flinching.

"It's okay, Livy. I'll stay by your side for the rest of your life, watching over you for your mom. "You still have me, and you're all I have. Just like when we were seven, don't let go of my hand, alright?" But all those moments that had touched me so deeply turned out to be lies. Reading the financial report predicting the Coleman-Powell project's stock would skyrocket, I arranged for the video to be sent to 30 major news outlets. If they loved being a powerful duo so much, then they could crash and burn together at the peak of their glory.

That night, Wilfred suddenly appeared beside my hospital bed, flipping through my treatment notes from the past few days. When he saw I was awake and not screaming hysterically like before, he froze, thinking I had finally learned my lesson. Satisfied, he reached out a hand toward me. But he was destined to be disappointed. I smacked his hand away, hard. At once, his expression darkened. "Olivia! It's just a misunderstanding. How long are you going to drag this out?" he asked. "Did you take the blame for Adeline over what happened to my mom?" I burst into tears.

To my surprise, Wilfred's eyes held no guilt at all, only growing colder. "Turns out you were the one who leaked that video. Adeline wasn't lying at all." Right on cue, Adeline rushed in through the doorway, tears streaming down her face. "Everyone called my mom a homewrecker... "She was a God-fearing woman her whole life, yet your mom ruined her!" My father sat up too, pointing at me as he yelled, "You ungrateful brat!" Everything in front of me turned into a blur.

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