'Let's just end it here. Never seeing each other again is probably the best outcome for us.'
'Besides, I have him now. I can't be unfaithful to him.'
Annabelle Linton opened her eyes and sneered, looking at him with a detached air. "Can't live without me? You seem to be doing just fine now."
"Fine? My heart has been hollowed out, and I'm just a wounded wreck, barely clinging to life. You call this fine?"
"Then isn't that all the more reason for you to give up?"
Annabelle Linton pushed him away and said coldly, "Leona Grant, Annabelle Linton is dead. The Annabelle of the past is dead. Just pretend she never existed. I'm already someone else's fiancée. There's no point in saying anything else."
'The old Annabelle Linton really is dead. You're the one who killed her.'
'The Annabelle of today can live for anyone or anything, but she certainly doesn't live for you anymore.'
'Someone else's fiancée…'
Leona Grant seemed to understand something.
