Cheap?
It was as if a knife had been plunged into Leona Grant's heart.
The rims of his eyes instantly turned red as he growled at Annabelle Linton, "Then whose love do you think is so precious? Aaron Wyatt's? Annabelle Linton, we've known each other for twenty years! Does that mean nothing compared to a man you've only known for six?"
Annabelle Linton looked at the disbelief on his face and smiled faintly.
Once again, she was struck by the difference between Aaron Wyatt and Leona Grant.
She hadn't known Aaron Wyatt for even half as long as she'd known Leona Grant, but he had given her so many wonderful memories.
As for Leona Grant... she had loved him for twenty years, and for twenty years, he had hurt her.
Even now that she no longer loved him, he was still hurting her.
The corners of Annabelle Linton's lips curved up as she said without a hint of hesitation, "At least our six years were filled with beautiful memories. All you ever gave me was pain."
Beauty... Pain.
