Annabelle Linton froze, momentarily stunned by his self-righteous words.
'How could he have the nerve?'
'How could he have the nerve to say that?'
'There was a time when she looked at him, full of hope, wishing for just a single word of greeting—even a single glance of concern would have been enough. But what did he do?'
'He and that bitch had relentlessly humiliated her!'
Annabelle Linton was filled with so much hatred right now.
'She hated that pathetic, delusional, idiotic, debased version of herself!'
'If only she'd had a shred of sense back then, how could she have let that bitch trick her time and time again, plotting against her over and over?!'
'How could she have fallen in love with this cold-blooded, heartless bastard?!'
Annabelle Linton's lips curved into a careless smile. "Is it necessary for me to understand?"
Leona Grant froze—
