Venice staggered back, her face turning white.
What about her?
She had stayed with him through the hardest three years of his life, waited another five, given him eight years of her youth—only to watch him announce another woman as his bride.
The revelation spread across the internet like wildfire, climbing the trending searches within minutes.
Another reporter pressed, "But Mr. McAuliffe, wasn't there a mute café owner who once saved your life? Some say she even offered herself to repay the debt. Does she know about your engagement?"
Kevin's expression remained cold and composed.
"A mute woman isn't worthy of the McAuliffe family name. She was just my caretaker."
Standing before the television, Venice shut her eyes as silent tears streamed down her face.
That night, she packed her things and decided to leave as soon as the sun rose, leaving Kevin forever!
But when she woke up, she found herself lying on the cold ground of the villa courtyard—and her beloved dog, the one that had followed her faithfully for five years, was hanging in midair.
Suspended by a drone.
Her blood froze. She frantically raised her hands, signing with trembling fingers.
[Kevin, what are you doing?! Put my dog down!]