The Rich Wife's Regret novel Chapter 8

Zoe shook her head, tears streaming down her face.

I’d never seen her cry, not in five years. But now, the tears came, a torrent of regret.

“I’m so sorry, Gavin. I’m so, so sorry. I never thought my brother would…” Her voice broke, the words catching in her throat. All she could manage was a choked “I’m sorry.”

I looked at her, feeling nothing but a hollow ache.

Didn’t she understand?

This was inevitable.

From the moment Zoe and I had started dating, Kyle had been a thorn in my side.

He’d tagged along on dates, criticized my every move. My cooking was terrible, the flowers I bought were cheap, the movies I took her to were boring. I’d saved up for months to buy her an engagement ring, and he’d tossed it into a lake.

“My sister deserves better than this pathetic rock,” he’d sneered, before presenting Zoe with a ridiculously expensive, limited-edition ring.

“This is what my sister deserves.” He’d even bought himself the matching men’s version.

Was Zoe to blame?

I didn’t know.

Maybe neither of us was at fault. Maybe we were just a bad match from the start.

My fist clenched, the memory of her heel digging into my wrist a fresh, stinging pain.

I couldn’t forgive her. Not while Mom lay in that hospital bed, a victim of Zoe’s cruelty.

No matter what mistakes I’d made, I’d always protected Mom. I’d surrendered everything, even kneeling before Zoe, to keep her safe.

But my stubborn love had cost Mom everything.

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