The Contract Said No Strings Attached (Charlotte) novel Chapter 449

Rebecca offered a faint smile. “So that’s what Katherine told you?”

Alan faltered, then pressed on, his voice tense. “I just want to know—is it true?”

He was desperate for her to say no. He couldn’t bear the thought of Rebecca betraying him.

Rebecca almost laughed. “Is everything Katherine says automatically the truth? Use your head, Alan.”

Alan flushed, embarrassed, but the next moment, relief washed over him. He stepped forward eagerly and grabbed Rebecca’s hand. “I knew it! She lied to me. We’ve known each other our whole lives, grew up together—I know you’d never do something like that. There must be some reason you can’t talk about, right?”

Rebecca pulled her hand away, her tone turning icy. “Mr. Brown, you’re engaged now. Try to remember that.”

But Alan shook his head. “Rebecca, you’re the only one I care about. You’re the one I want to marry. If it hadn’t been for… what happened back then, you’d already be my wife. The only reason I got engaged to Katherine was because I was forced into it.”

Around the corner, a slender figure stood silently, trembling with rage at every word.

Alan pressed on, “Rebecca, what really happened that night? Why did you disappear on the day we were supposed to get engaged?”

Katherine had told Alan that Rebecca had betrayed him, spent the night with another man.

Alan refused to believe it.

Even when he saw the photos—Rebecca leaning on some stranger’s shoulder, the two of them entering a hotel—he still couldn’t accept it.

He had to hear the truth from Rebecca herself.

Rebecca’s face remained calm, but she clenched her fists, nails digging into her palm.

Alan’s questions dragged up memories she’d tried to bury, everything Katherine had done. She hadn’t planned to explain herself, but after all these years and all they’d shared…

After a moment, Rebecca said quietly, “Alan, the past doesn’t matter anymore. Maybe we just weren’t meant to be. You should move on.”

Alan stood rooted to the spot, his eyes filled with hurt and disappointment.

He couldn’t believe Rebecca could be so cold. He was convinced she was hiding something.

Watching Alan’s hollow expression from around the corner, Katherine seethed with anger.

She’d been right—Alan had never gotten over that little witch.

No wonder he still refused to marry her. He’d never been able to forget Rebecca.

Katherine hurried after Rebecca, stepping in front of her, voice dripping with venom. “You bitch. You filthy bitch!”

Rebecca arched a brow, unfazed. “Katherine, what’s with the theatrics? Dropping the innocent act after all these years?”

She remembered just how much Katherine used to love playing the sweet, helpless victim.