Damon lost all reason, he even tried to drag me away by force.
“Elena, you’re my wife! How could you marry someone else right in front of me? Come with me!”
But before he could touch me, Leo stepped in.
He had been silent long enough, watching from the side, giving Damon chance after chance to redeem himself. Now, his patience had run out.
“If you couldn’t keep Elena’s heart, that’s your failure,” Leo said coldly. “Stop pretending to be the victim.”
Damon turned pale. His eyes widened with disbelief.
“Leo… You betrayed me.” His voice was low, trembling with rage.
“You deliberately stole my woman, didn’t you? That’s why you suddenly decided to get married. should’ve known a lifelong bachelor like you wouldn’t settle down without a reason!” He clenched his jaw and raised his fist, ready to strike.
But before he could take a step forward, several bodyguards restrained him from behind.
My father, sitting calmly among the guests, let out a cold snort.
“My daughter’s wedding is no place for clowns. Throw him out.”
Damon had always walked with arrogance, thinking himself a cut above the rest.
But here, surrounded by real power, he realized, he was nothing. Just an embarrassment.
He was dragged out of the venue, disgraced and humiliated. From outside, he could only watch the media reports on his phone images of me walking down the aisle, hand in hand with Leo, radiant in my wedding gown.
That day, Damon flew back to the country, numb and silent.
At the airport, Tiffany was already waiting.
“Damon! You’re finally back. Did you find Elena? Will she forgive you? Don’t worry, once she calms down, she’ll…”
“Don’t follow me.” His voice was cold and sharp.
Tiffany reached out to him anyway, clinging to his arm like a leech. She followed him to a bar. She watched as he drank himself into a stupor. She offered to make him hangover soup, trying to play the gentle, devoted woman. But Damon had had enough.
As he sat in the dim light, slumped over a whiskey glass, a memory hit him like lightning. He remembered my voice, clear and angry.
“Then have the guts to make her abort the child and maybe I’ll believe you!”
Suddenly, his eyes lit up. “Yes! That’s it. I know how to make Elena forgive me!”
He stood up abruptly and made a phone call.
That night, with the help of several bodyguards, he dragged Tiffany to the hospital.
Tiffany was terrified, her face ashen. She thrashed and kicked, her screams echoing through the
sterile corridors.
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“No! Damon, you can’t do this! Don’t take my baby!”
She clung to his waist, sobbing uncontrollably.
“You said you liked the baby… That only I could give you a child! Why are you doing this now?”
“We grew up together. Our bond is stronger than any chance encounter! I want to marry you. Isn’t that enough?”
Damon shoved her off with a sneer, his face twisted in disgust.
“Don’t be ridiculous.”
He laughed bitterly. “That night, you seduced me. You were the one who said you didn’t believe in marriage. You told me this child had nothing to do with me and now you want to use it to trap me?”
“Keep dreaming.”
He shouted in drunken rage, “The only woman I’ve ever loved is Elena!”
For three years, he had refused to let me bear his child, not because he couldn’t, but because he wouldn’t.
He was selfish, wild, addicted to freedom. He never wanted anything that would tie him down.
But what he never expected was that the woman he thought would wait for him forever… was none other than the eldest daughter of the Whitmore Family.
What he never expected, was that she would quietly divorce him… And marry his bestfriend. Lea
Carter.
