Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

But she was completely drained, her heart aching as if it were about to give out. Her eyes locked onto Andrew's, pleading for just a fraction of his attention.

She was hurt, damn it. In the past, even a tiny paper cut on her finger would send him into a frenzy, rushing her off to the emergency room. Now, she was covered in wounds, and he just clung to Aubree as if she might disappear. Tessa began coughing up blood, her hands clawing desperately at the ground. She had always feared pain the most, yet now her injuries felt numb, like they were anesthetized. Only her tears fell freely, splashing heavily onto the earth. "Andrew, how could you do this to me? For this... this woman, you'd lock me away? Weren't you the one who loved me most? Andrew!" she cried, feeling a piercing pain in her heart, her body convulsing with sobs.

"Aren't you seeing I'm hurt? Look, it hurts so much here," she extended her arm, showing the vicious burns from sulfuric acid. Her clothes were eaten away, revealing skin marred with bloody streaks.

Andrew remained silent, holding Aubree as if recovering from a near-death experience. Tessa spat out another mouthful of blood. She wanted to cry out, to laugh hysterically.

Aubree pushed Andrew away, not feeling any satisfaction at the sight of Tessa in agony. Because she saw a reflection of her past self in Tessa. There was a time when she too had been broken and battered, longing for Andrew to notice her. Devotedly loving him, hoping for just a glance in return.

Andrew could be cruel. Once, he had lifted Tessa to the heavens, and now he had cast her into hell.

Aubree's lips twisted into a cold sneer, "Assault with intent to harm, that's a few years behind bars, isn't it?"This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

Hearing this, Tessa's body shook, and she clung to Andrew's legs in a wild panic. "Andrew, help me, please help me."

But Andrew kicked her away without a word. Such cold indifference, such severity. Tessa first laughed at Andrew, then turned her laughter to Aubree, her mirth resembling that of a demon escaped from hell. Perhaps she was no different from a demon now.

Realizing Andrew didn't love her, she felt more tormented than a punished ghoul. All her vengeance against Aubree seemed ridiculous. She was the world's biggest fool, thinking that by destroying Aubree, she could win Andrew.

But she had awoken to the truth; no matter what she did, she couldn't reclaim this man. And Andrew was equally pitiable! He realized too late! He didn't understand love, nor dared to admit his love for Aubree. What a coward!

"I refuse to believe you two can stay

together. Andrew, you probably don't know yet, do you? Aubree was

violated, by men I sent. Three of

them, haha... You can't blame me et

You always indulged me as if I could do no wrong, that you'd forgive even my gravest mistakes. Can you two really stay together after that? I'II make sure everyone knows, even if I end up in prison, that Aubree is nothing but a tainted whore!"

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"Andrew, have you forgotten what you used to say to others? That Aubree threw herself at you, and you were just too lonely to reject her. You said that if it were anyone else, you would've taken them too, right? You've degraded her in front of me

more than once, and ou're

playing the devoted lover?"

"You both make me sick!

Disgustingly so! I curse you! Even if I descend into hell, I'll curse you both! Especially you, Andrew. I curse you to a lifetime without happiness to die alone! I curse you! How dare you not love me, how dare you treat me this way, I curse you!"