Arguments followed.
She said I was paranoid, that I had become no different from the arrogant rich heir who once relied on power and intimidation.
I said she couldn't see through Cooper's motives, that she didn't understand the importance of boundaries.
The cracks between us widened.
Until the night of the engagement party.
Cooper got drunk—and kissed Sheena in front of everyone.
Months of suppressed rage shattered my reason in an instant.
I rushed forward and broke his leg—cleanly and brutally.
My family tried to suppress the incident, but they couldn't bury it completely.
Sheena asked me to apologize to Cooper, to find a way to settle things privately, but I refused.
I even swore I would kill him.
My father was so furious that he publicly declared I was disowned from the Ramirez family—cut off permanently.
Before I went to prison, Sheena didn't come to see me.
She only had someone deliver a letter.
She said she would wait for me. She told me to reform myself properly.
Less than a month later, I received another piece of news.
She and Cooper had registered their marriage.
"We're even..."