Break Up With My Cruel Fiancé He Regretted It Chapter 10
Benicio felt as if his heart were being crushed in a vice.
All the lies he had believed so completely were exposed in an instant.
He was the one who had driven the girl who loved him to despair.
He was the one who had destroyed everything he owned with his own hands.
“You bitch!”
Benicio let out a wild roar. He lunged at Xiomara and clamped his hands tightly around her neck.
“I’ll kill you! I’ll kill you!”
Xiomara struggled frantically. Her long nails raked bloody scratches across Benicio’s face.
The two of them grappled violently amid the wreckage of the living room. Furniture toppled, glass shattered, and the beautiful home that had once been a symbol of their success became a battlefield.
Adelynn’s POV
The wedding day dawned bright and clear.
The grandest manor in Chicago had been transformed into a sea of white.
A lavish display of wedding splendor stretched as far as the eye could see, more luxurious than anything I had ever seen.
Thousands of white roses lined the aisle. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling. A string quartet played softly in the background. Everything was perfect.
Seated in the dressing room, I wore a restored, intricately embroidered wedding gown.
Grandpa sat beside me, dressed in an elegant suit. He looked vigorous and healthy.
Though his sight was gone, his smile was brighter than it had ever been.
“Lynn, you must be breathtaking today.”
He reached out shakily and took my hand.
Holding back my tears, I squeezed his calloused palm in return.
“Grandpa, I’m very happy today.”
The dressing room door swung open.
Salvatore stood there in a tailored black suit with a corsage pinned to his chest.
He strode toward me, his gaze warm and intense.
“Mrs. Tutheridge, it’s time.”
He held out his hand. I placed mine in his.
Our fingers locked together.
Third Person’s POV
Outside the manor, the police released Benicio on bail from the detention center.
He wore crumpled clothes, and his face was covered in scratches. Unshaven and haggard, he looked no better than a homeless man on the street.
The night before, he had nearly strangled Xiomara to death. The neighbors had called the police, leading to his arrest.
Although he was granted bail because of Xiomara’s own history of theft, the Gudgion Group had gone bankrupt.
All his bank cards were frozen, and his properties had been seized.
Penniless, he wandered through the city streets alone.
On a massive LED screen in the city center, a once-in-a-lifetime wedding was being broadcast live.
On the screen, Adelynn wore a pearl-white wedding gown with Adelynn’s arm linked through Salvatore’s.
They were stepping slowly onto a stage carpeted with white roses.
He froze where he stood. He tilted his head up and stared at the girl on the screen.
A sharp, tearing pain ripped through his chest.
That was his Adelynn.
She was the girl who once counted every cent just to buy a cup of coffee, yet had emptied all her savings to buy him a watch.
The Adelynn who once stayed up all night rubbing his stomach when it ached.
The Adelynn who once had eyes only for him and promised to have a family with him.
Now she wore the most beautiful wedding gown, smiling for another man.
There was no longer any trace of him in her eyes.
Benicio ran frantically toward the manor.
He lost a shoe along the way. His feet were sliced open by shards of glass, leaving a trail of bloody footprints.
But he felt nothing.
Only one thought burned in his mind — he had to take her back.
She was his whole life.
The manor gates were tightly closed.
Dozens of bodyguards in black lined the entrance, fully on guard.
Benicio charged forward like a madman. “Let me in! Lynn! Lynn!”
He banged desperately against the carved iron gate. His palms were torn open by sharp iron spikes, and blood streamed down his hands.
The bodyguards watched him coldly. One of them struck him across the back with a baton.
Benicio crumpled to the ground from the blow.
He coughed up a mouthful of blood, yet he clung stubbornly to the iron bars and tried to drag himself forward.
“Lynn, I’m sorry.
“Just come out and look at me. Please.”
