"Well, what about Fiona then? She seems to really love you. What if one day she finds out you were responsible for her mother’s death?" Henry asked.
There was a moment of silence in the room, then Matt lit a cigarette for himself. Amidst the swirling smoke, he spoke with self-deprecation, "Then I’ll just repay her with my life. The money I’ve earned these years will be enough for her to live on for a lifetime.”
“Sigh... I really don’t understand you. Why bother? Fiona is a good girl, yet you insist on holding on to that .... Never mind, I won’t say more. Just do what you think is best," Henry said.
As footsteps approached, I immediately retreated to my room. In my haste, the hot tea I was holding spilled all over me, yet I felt utterly cold.
It turned out that my mother didn’t die on the operating table as I had believed but she had died because of the conspiracy that Matt had concocted for Taylor.
When I was betrayed and abandoned by Gregg O'Donnell. I became a laughingstock. His proposal wasn’t meant to bring me happiness; it was his last effort to stab at me.
All these years of marriage were merely his way of compensating for his guilt toward me.