The Fake Heiress And Her Obsessive Fiancé Chapter 07
More than half a year had passed in the blink of an eye.
After traveling for two months, I eventually decided to settle down in a city in the South.
In Atlanta, I found a new job and began a new life.
Gradually, I forgot about the people and events back in New York.
I never expected to see Wesley again during an ordinary business dinner.
I represented the client’s side, and he represented the contractor.
In just half a year, Wesley had changed quite a bit.
The man who once hated being restrained now sat at the table in a tailored suit.
He wasn’t talking animatedly like the others beside him, but he seemed far more composed than before.
The moment I walked in, our eyes met.
Wesley glanced at me briefly, his gaze indifferent — as if I were a complete stranger.
I wasn’t surprised.
After all, I was no longer his fiancée.
Our relationship really was no different from that of strangers now.
I followed my boss and sat down in a seat at the far corner.
From the conversation around the table, I roughly figured out why Wesley had suddenly come to Atlanta.
The Hayden family intended to expand their business into the South.
When I stepped out, Wesley was standing by the door.
The corners of his eyes were slightly red. When he looked at me, there was a trace of grievance… and something almost like hurt.
I take it back he was still the same Wesley who wore his heart on his sleeve.
Pretending not to see him, I walked straight past.
Suddenly, he grabbed my wrist. Through clenched teeth, he asked, “Cristina… don’t you have anything to say to me?”
I turned back to look at him, my voice cool. “I don’t remember there being anything left for us to talk about.”
Wesley let out a short, bitter laugh. “Right,” he said. “There really isn’t.”
The dinner dragged on until ten o’clock at night.
My boss and I weren’t headed the same way, so I stood by the roadside waiting for a car.
A black sedan pulled up in front of me.
The window rolled down slowly, revealing Wesley’s cold, arrogant face.
“Get in.”
“No need. He’s coming to pick me up.”
“He?” Wesley froze for a moment, then quickly realized who I meant.
“His eyes suddenly reddened. “So you came to Atlanta for Terrence?
“And here I was, worried sick that the Lamberts had thrown you out on the street.
“Cristina, you’re really something. Turns out you actually do have another man.”
“What else would it be?” I replied lightly. “The whole reason I wanted to break our engagement back then was for him.”
“Cristina, you…”
Wesley was so furious, he simply drove off.
I hadn’t lied to him. Part of the reason I chose to settle in Atlanta was indeed because of Terrence.
After all, he was technically my brother.
After Jaylynn told me the truth about my background, I went to visit my biological father, who had been bedridden for years.
That was where I ran into Terrence again.
He was my stepmother’s son.
The reason I told Wesley that Terrence was my boyfriend was simply to make my departure back then seem a little less humiliating.
I had no idea what switch had flipped in Wesley’s head.
Ever since that day, he had been constantly lowering himself, trying to please me.
One evening after work, Terrence came to pick me up.
After we had a simple dinner together, he walked me back to my apartment building. As we stood downstairs, he suddenly said, “Cristy… he’s been following us all night.”
I turned around and saw a familiar black car parked not far away.
“It’s fine. Ignore him.”
“Cristy,” Terrence asked quietly, “do you still like him?”
I shook my head. “No.”
“No,” Terrence said firmly, his expression suddenly serious. “Cristy you still like him.”
He took a deep breath, a trace of self-mockery flickering in his eyes. “Well… I’ll help you out this once.”
Before I could ask what he meant, Terrence suddenly leaned closer. His warm breath brushed against my neck.
What I didn’t realize was that, from another angle, it looked as though he had lowered his head to kiss me.
“You…” I lifted my eyes in surprise.
Terrence gazed at me, his eyes hiding emotions I couldn’t quite decipher.
“Cristy… I wish you happiness.”
Before I could react, he turned and walked away without looking back.
By the time I came to my senses, Wesley was already standing in front of me, his face dark with fury.
“Cristina, he kissed you!”
His voice trembled with anger. “Cristina you actually let him kiss you!”
“So what if he did?” I lifted my eyes calmly. “What does that have to do with you?”
“Cristina!” Wesley cupped my face with both hands and started wiping at my lips with his thumb.
“Terrence… I swear I’m going to kill him!”
His expression was a storm of resentment, unwillingness, and hurt.
“Don’t you dare, Wesley. If you do anything to him, there will never be anything between us again.”
“You care about him that much?” A flash of loneliness crossed Wesley’s face.
I shook off his hands.
“Cristina…”
Under the streetlight, Wesley called after me.
His voice sounded defeated, almost aggrieved. “You’ve never defended me in front of anyone.”
“Neither have you.”
Wesley paused. Then he suddenly wrapped his arms around me from behind. His warm breath brushed against my ear.
“Cristina, I’ve changed now. I’ve started taking over the company at home. I won’t be the useless guy I used to be.
“My marriage is my own decision now. I’ll never let you suffer any injustice again.
“And if you don’t like the Lambert family for driving you away, I can make their company go bankrupt.”
“Wesley, I don’t need that!”
I pulled his hands away coldly and walked off without looking back.
