"Make a scene?" Liam chuckled lightly, his tone full of disdain. The coldness in his laughter sent shivers down my spine. "She can't even walk properly now, she can't draw any design drafts, what's there to make a scene about? She cut ties with her family for me a long time ago, and now she's lost her eyes. She's just a piece of trash."
“That’s true,” Vanessa’s voice was sickeningly sweet. “If her designs hadn’t made you money, why would you have agreed to be with her back then? And those twenty-one marriage registrations, how could they all have happened by such coincidence? Only that idiot would believe that.”
"Otherwise what?" Liam's tone was playful, as if he were talking about something trivial. "My parents never agreed to me being with you anyway. Using her as a cover can shut them up and squeeze every last drop of value out of her. Isn't that great? You didn't see how she cried every time she hugged me. She was so silly, really thinking I loved her that much."
My throat felt like it was blocked by something, and it hurt so much that I couldn't even breathe.
It turns out that all those supposed good things take time to come, and it was all a carefully planned scam.