Pain coursed through Serenity, but Zachary refused to let her go. She might just walk away the moment he released his grip.
“I’m sorry, Seren. I’m truly sorry,” Zachary repeated, his voice filled with regret.
He owed her a great deal. After all, he had concealed the truth from her for far too long.
Her mind drifted back to when Zachary had fallen ill with a severe flu. During that time, he had asked her what circumstances would lead her to leave him. She had cited domestic abuse, infidelity, and endless lies as her breaking point.
She also mentioned that if she were to leave for real, she wouldn’t make a scene or say anything.
After Serenity had exhausted herself with hitting, yelling, and biting, Zachary bent down and picked her up, carrying her to his Rolls Royce.
Serenity attempted to resist, but her energy was spent. Realizing she had to face the truth sooner or later, she surrendered and allowed him to place her inside the car.
Moments later, Zachary’s Rolls Royce departed from York Corporation, escorted by his convoy.
“To the villa on the hilltop,” Zachary instructed the driver in a husky voice.
Serenity recalled how he had lied about a mortgage on the villa, revealing that he didn’t fully own it as it was still under a mortgage. Closing her eyes, she couldn’t bear to look at him.
Every memory she had shared with him felt like a lie.
Had he ever spoken a single truth to her?
Zachary had once thrown a fit because she hadn’t kept him informed about Liberty, making a scene and accusing her of not considering him family. That argument nearly escalated into another round of silent treatment.
In the end, he was the one who had deceived her all along.
How hypocritical.
In the car, Zachary clung to Serenity, and her refusal to even glance at him was tearing him apart inside.
Their affection…
The moment he accepted the interview, they were no longer for each other. Would their relationship ever return to what it once was?