The Billionaire’s Regretful Obsession – Victoria Hale

Chapter 262 The Confession Julia's performance was nothing short of masterful-every word dripping with pain, every pause perfectly timed. "Because Wendy's brain just didn't work right, my mom got blamed and doubted by our whole family. Some even told my dad to marry someone else. My mom tried to take her own life more than once. If it were you, wouldn't you hate the homewrecker-and the homewrecker's kid?" Julia suddenly looked up, her gaze drifting past the phone camera, landing on Gilbert. "So I owe Gilbert an apology for this, too.

"The day his parents had that car crash, my parents were in their car fighting, too. My mom couldn't accept that she had raised the homewrecker's kid. And she had been wronged for over ten years because of that kid. They were screaming at each other in the car." "In the end, they were hit by the car that into the sea. There weren't even bodies to parents were driving. They went off the cliff "Gilbert, do you blame me for not explaining back then? For letting you think they stopped there on purpose to save your parents?" Her lower lip trembled, teeth grazing it nervously.

She looked utterly broken-a woman exposed, ashamed of the ugliness her family had tried so hard to hide. "I couldn't... I couldn't face telling you me muhu!! In your eyes, my family was perfect. Happy parents, loving home. And I knew how much family matters to you, how much it would change the way you saw me." What did Gilbert like most? When someone messed up and still stood up to own it. He wanted to rush to her, pull her into his arms. Only the livestream stopped him-that, and the fear of making things worse for her. "How could I blame you? None of this is your fault.

And I was right, wasn't I? If they hadn't been there, if they hadn't stopped-my mother wouldn't be alive today. "Your family gave my parents a second chance at life. That's not something to apologize for. That's a debt I can never repay." A single tear traced down Julia's cheek. 1/3 Free Coins Wendy stood frozen, her mind reeling. Pieces were clicking into place now-the way her mother had grown distant, the coldness that crept in over the years. It all made sense. [Okay, but... the kid didn't know, though.

Look at her face, she's hearing this for the first time.] Julia's eyes hardened almost imperceptibly. "Sure, up to that point, you could say she was innocent. But my mom never expected the homewrecker's relatives to butt in early on! "Later, when our house was a war zone, I dug into it and found out it was all their side stirring the pot. The woman my dad married? The homewrecker's sister. They wanted my mom's family assets, and they wanted me out, and swallow the whole! "I was soft-hearted and spared her life, but I had my reasons! king out the worst part. What broke "But then I dug deeper.

And I my mom most was that the homewrecker was someone she once saved. That's why she kept trying to die. I was scared Wendy would turn into that kind of of erson. The more I uncovered, the more I hated her! "So go ahead. Judge me. Call me ahead. Judge me. Call me a monster. I'd do it again. I avenged my parents. I don't care if that makes me evil in your eyes." Julia was a good actress. But the people who knew her? They could spot the cracks, the places where truth bled into fiction. Wendy, unfortunately, was one of those people. But something still felt wrong.

"You planned this." Wendy's voice was sharp, cutting through the dramatics. "You waited until now to tell me on purpose. Why not earlier?" It felt like she'd been sitting here all along, waiting for this exact moment. From now on, if Wendy targeted her-or if they went at each other-and even if Wendy ended up in a tragic mess, it would feel... justified. These days, people hate homewreckers most, and the homewrecker's kid is on that hate list, too. Not like back in the day, when folks would say the kid was innocent. The comments flipped like a switch. [Don't blame Julia for this.

A homewrecker's kid grows up to be a homewrecker-that's in the bones, right?] 2/3 [Exactly. If you had any real morals, you wouldn't have been so easily influenced. You're not a child, Wendy. I thought you were just stupid. Now I see the malice.] [Slut. Whore. Rotten goods. Probably been passed around more than a community bicycle.] The insults kept coming, each one more vicious than the last. The white-hot hate flared hard. As a kid, because she was stupid, she dragged Wendy's mom down with her. 3/3 admin