“Mr. Cole,” he said, his voice soft but trembling, “I know you despise me.”
“I ruined your marriage with Selena. I’m sorry. If you want revenge, I’ll take it.”
“You can insult me, hurt me—whatever you wish. But please, don’t twist Selena’s feelings. She truly cared for you once.”
I raised an eyebrow. “You keep saying I forced her into marriage. That I’m cruel, ruthless…”
I paused. My gaze sharpened, voice dropping to a chilling calm.
“Since I’ve already been painted as the villain, wouldn’t it be a waste not to live up to everyone’s expectations?”
I took another step forward, closing the distance between us.
Lucas stiffened, instinctively trying to retreat—but the wheelchair held him in place. Selena rushed to block me, her voice trembling. “W-What are you going to do?”
“In front of everyone, do you dare hurt Lucas?”
“Relax,” I said lightly. “I won’t touch him—not yet.”
My eyes drifted to his cast leg. I smiled faintly. “A broken leg, huh? Make sure you take good care of it.”
I let my tone turn sharp, deliberate. “You’ll need it for the long road ahead.”
“Or maybe,” I added softly, “you won’t—depending on where you’re headed.”