Love Cuts Like a Blade

Delilah's lips curled into a smirk. After she finished speaking, she pulled my hand and swung it toward the easel. "Lethia, I didn't know these were all drawings of me! I swear nothing is going on between Tristan and me! Please don't be mad…"

When Tristan heard the commotion, he instantly barged in and shoved me before holding Delilah in a tight embrace.

"Tristan, I'm fine. Don't be mad at Lethia. She didn't mean it."

"You don't have to defend her anymore, Lila. I saw everything!"

He gently carried her, approached me, and furiously screamed, "Have I spoiled you too much over the last three years, Lethia? How have you become such a vicious woman?"

With that, he strode off and left the house with her.

The large doors swung open, and the night wind howled, stinging my wounds. A car sped past. The fleeting glimpse of the lucky doll keychain numbed my heart to its lowest point.

I got up, found the divorce agreement that had already been signed, and placed it in the study. After clearing all my belongings, I grabbed my luggage and left the house.

After I followed the private hospital coordinates Tristan had once sent me, I arrived at a desolate, run-down factory.

A small mound of dirt caught my attention, and I froze as I walked toward it. I then turned and headed toward Echofall Peak.

During the car ride, he texted me, "You'd better come over and apologize now!"

With a calm headspace, I blocked his number, deleted his contact, and switched off my phone.

Tristan, who had accompanied Delilah to an island for a vacation to cheer her up, stared darkly at the red exclamation mark.

The next moment, Lawrence's panicked voice sounded. "Tristan, I think Tia has found out!"