Chapter 7
Just then, footsteps approached from outside. Knox perked up, hoping it was my son and me having a change of heart.
He turned around at once only to be disappointed when he saw Vanessa.
Vanessa noticed his disheveled state and frowned with discomfort: “Chase, why have you made such a mess of your brother’s memorial?”
Knox didn’t give her a chance to say more, immediately confessing: “I’m sorry, Vanessa. I’ve been lying to you. Three years ago, it was my brother who died. I pretended to be him because I was afraid you couldn’t handle the truth.”
He expected her to be shocked–to break down crying or berate him for his deception. Instead, her guilty expression in the next second revealed she’d known all along.
The blood suddenly drained from his face. He’d been caring for her out of sympathy for her supposed widowhood, never suspecting that his idealized love interest had known the truth and had been manipulating him all this time.
Vanessa’s voice turned defensive but shrill: “Yes, I’ve known you weren’t Knox for a long time. But what was I supposed to do? How could my daughter and I survive without a man in the house? You were willing, weren’t you?”
Hearing this, Knox demanded furiously: “And you never thought about how Aria would suffer as a widow? How hard life would be for her and our son? Didn’t that bother you at all?”
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Vanessa dismissed his concerns: “That’s not my problem. If you didn’t care about your own wife and child, what right do you have to lecture me about compassion?”
Her words pierced Knox’s heart like a razor–sharp blade, leaving him speechless.
Overwhelmed by shock and anger so intense that he coughed up blood, Knox collapsed on the floor, sobbing uncontrollably while ignoring Vanessa’s terrified screams.
Tears mixed with blood transformed his face into a grotesque mask as he cried out my name and our son’s, though we were far beyond earshot.
He regretted everything. Truly, deeply regretted it all!
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He finally realized he needed to get us back–he would do anything to make amends, even if it took five years, ten years, twenty years to earn our forgiveness. He could accept that.
This bitter fruit had grown from seeds he’d planted himself. It was only right that he should be the
one to swallow it.
With this, he wiped away his tears and bolted toward the military base.
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