Alexander's steps faltered for the briefest moment.
Then, without a word—
he walked out.
The door closed behind him.
All the strength drained from my body.
I braced myself against the edge of the table, barely able to remain standing.
So in the end...
he still chose her.
I had offered him our future—
and he still left.
It turned out the peace between us these past few days had only been an illusion.
When forced to choose between Lilian and me—
Alexander had never hesitated.
A scoff sounded beside me.
Michael looked at me with open disgust.
"Let's go. Stop pretending."
His lips curled coldly.
"What kind of act is this, mistress? Lilian is still in emergency."
With a sharp crack, I swung my hand with every ounce of strength I had left and slapped Michael Livingston across the face.
The sound rang through the corridor.
Michael staggered half a step, stunned.
His hand flew to his reddened cheek as fury surged across his features.
