I let out a cold laugh. “Fine. You want the truth? I’ll give it to you.”
“At first, I didn’t even know you were from the Blackwood Family. You told me you were poor, the your family couldn’t even afford a house. I didn’t want to hurt your pride, so I played along, thinking we could build a life together from the ground up.”
*For three years of marriage, I never wronged you. I always considered your feelings, put you first in everything. And how did you repay me?”
“You faked being poor to test me, afraid I only wanted your money.”
“You lied about being infertile, afraid I’d trap you with a child.”
“Even when you got Tiffany’s pregnant, you kept lying. You brought her into our home just to disgust me.*
I took a step closer, my voice sharper.*
“Damon, face it, we were never meant to be. Our divorce should be the least surprising thing to you.”
With every word, the color drained from Damon’s face, as if my truth was cutting into his soul.
“No… no, this can’t be…
He shook his head, still clinging to the last thread of denial, refusing to accept reality. He wouldn’t leave, wouldn’t let go.
The moment my parents saw him, their expressions darkened. Back then, they had tolerated him, believing he would treat me well. But they never imagined he’d betray me so blatantly, cheating with his childhood sweetheart, fathering her child and spinning lie after lie.
Their patience had long run dry.
My father stood up, voice thunderous. “Bodyguards, remove this man. He’s not welcome here.”
His authority in Chicago’s elite circles was unquestioned. The moment he spoke, voices of support rose from all sides
‘That’s right, this is a wedding between the Whitmore and Carter families. We won’t tolerate this
ness!”
‘Today is a day of joy. Don’t ruin it with your drama!”
‘Do you think you can challenge the Whitmore family and get away with it?*
Damon ignored them all.
He dropped to his knees, his face pale, his voice trembling as he pleaded.
‘Elena, I was wrong. Please, forgive me…”
‘If you don’t like Tiffany, I’ll send her away right now. I swear, she’ll never show up in front of you
again!”
‘If you don’t want the child, I’ll take care of it, I’ll have it aborted. I promise, I’ll remove anything or anyone that stands between us!”
‘Elena, you told me you loved me, that you wanted to grow old with me. How can you go back on that?”
Seeing me in a wedding dress, about to marry someone else, Damon finally snapped.
He grabbed onto the hem of my gown like a madman, trying to stop the ceremony by force. I looked down at him, this man who once stood so tall and now looked utterly pathetic. I kicked his hand away.
“Damon, weren’t you the one who said no one had the right to force her to abort the child? Besides… weren’t you infertile?”
“This is fraud. Do you expect me to give up my right to be a mother forever… just to stay with you?”
Damon froze. His lips trembled, his voice barely audible.
“No… Elena… I lied. I… I don’t have azoospermia. I just didn’t want children. I made it up as an
excuse…”
The words died in his throat. It was only then that he noticed the silence in the hall and the weight of hundreds of eyes staring at him in open disdain.
Whispers rippled through the crowd. “So shameless…”
“He’s her ex–husband. He could’ve left with dignity, but look at him, groveling, lying, exposing his own dirt!”
“Does he even realize what he’s done? It’s humiliating.”
Even his assistant, who had followed him loyally for years, was stunned.
“Mr. Damon,” he whispered urgently, “why would you say all that? You just handed her every reason to hate you even more. Do you want to be finished by tomorrow?”
But Damon wasn’t listening anymore. His world had already crumbled.
