11 Clint left that single line behind and strode off in haste, not even sparing Odette a backward glance. Instinctively, she reached out and tugged at the hem of his coat. "Clint, what's wrong with you today? You keep bringing up Soleil. Didn't you say you were already sick of her long ago?" But Clint's patience had run dry. With a violent shake of his arm, he flung her off, sending her staggering. She lost her balance and crashed to her knees, the skin splitting open, blood seeping through. 'You're only carrying my child," he said coldly. "That doesn't mean you can do whatever you want." As he finished, his gaze landed on the phone that had slipped from her hand onto the floor. The screen was still lit, the chat window opened-her messages with me. She had recorded every detail of their intimacy and sent them to me, as if staking her claim. Rage darkened Clint's eyes. Why did you send these to her?!" After sharing the same bed for ten years, I knew him to the very last strand of his hair. That expression of fury told me everything-he had already pinned the reason for my leaving entirely 'n Odette's provocations. n his mind, stubborn and arrogant as he was, if not for her foolish actions, he could have continued to deceive me indefinitely. What he failed to realize was that the deepest wounds had never come from her but from him. de seized the massive pink Graff diamond from her finger, ripping it off with such force that it jouged bloody scratches into her hand. She cried out in agony, a sound that tore through the air. This ring..." he said icily. "You don't deserve to wear this!" There was no trace of pity in his eyes. They were as merciless as when they looked at me. 'Clint! What right do you have to treat me this way?" Odette demanded, tears spilling as she clutched her wounded hand. She might have been born in poverty, but her pride soared sky-high-no less than mine. It was that same pride, her delusion of being a wealthy daughter, that had carried her step by step to this very position. If she were to abandon Clint now and seek another target, she might yet fulfill her ambitions. But from the blurred security footage, I could see it clearly-her heart truly stirred for him. And in marriages of power and wealth, the one who would let their heart move was already the loser. "You promised me," she cried hoarsely. "You said you'd grant my wish-that you would marry me. Now, you think you can just take it back as you please?" I understood the bitterness of being summoned at will, dismissed at whim. But I felt no sympathy. Pitiful or not, that bitch was hateful all the same. Her voice trembled, already breaking into sobs, yet she still forced herself not to bow her head. Clint gave her no answer. He simply flung the diamond ring to the floor, where it clattered sharply against the marble. He turned to leave, but once again she clung to him, desperate. "Clint! You can't treat me like this!" she protested, her tears streaming. "Do you have any idea how much I've sacrificed for you?" He paused, glancing back with nothing but ice in his gaze. "Sacrifice?" His tone was cutting. "Do you really think your so-called sacrifices mean anything to me? All I ever needed was an obedient pawn! And you... Once, you were adequate." Odette froze. It was obvious; she had never imagined that, in his eyes, she was nothing more han that-a pawn. 'Pawn..." she echoed the word faintly, despair flooding her eyes. Without another look at her, Clint strode out of the villa. At that very moment, my phone buzzed with a new VibeNet notification. 3:18 pm Ppg