The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 300

Chapter 300:

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Heat crept up Bruce’s neck as shame colored his features. He moistened his dry lips, his deep voice rough with embarrassment.

“This entire mess… it started because of me. I know that. And I take full responsibility.”

“If an apology could fix everything, then what would be the point of consequences?” Corrine cut in, her voice sharp as ice.

“What you did to me this time can’t simply be brushed aside with an apology.”

Bruce flinched. His expression faltered, a flicker of panic breaking through his usual composure.

“I never expected you to forgive me,” he admitted, his voice quieter now.

“I just… I want to do what I can to make things right. I know everything you’ve done for the Ashton family over the years, and I truly appreciate it. But gratitude and love are two different things. I knew I didn’t love you. And if I had gone through with the marriage, it would have only hurt you more.”

Corrine’s face twisted with bitter irony.

“Would it have hurt me more or Leah more? Do you need me to remind you of the reasons behind my abduction?”

The mocking smile vanished from her face, replaced by a razor-sharp gaze that seemed to cut straight through him.

“You promised to take me to dinner after work and then to choose a wedding dress. I foolishly waited downstairs, but where were you? At that time, you were probably already lost in passion with Leah, oblivious to the world around you.”

The accusation hit Bruce like a physical blow, draining the color from his face as his eyes widened. Her words had found their mark, striking deep at a truth he couldn’t deny.

Bruce lowered his gaze, his voice barely a whisper.

“Sorry…”

The words had barely left his lips when Corrine’s hand struck his cheek with a resounding crack.

“Your apologies mean nothing!” Corrine’s voice trembled with years of pent-up fury.

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“I devoted three years of my life to the Ashton family, and this is how you repay me?”

Her eyes blazed with unbridled anger.

“Now that the scandal threatens your precious reputation, you sacrifice me as your scapegoat, leaking my personal information to the vultures. Have you forgotten your roots? The Ashton family’s rise to prominence in Lyhaton rests on my shoulders. Your current glory? That was my doing—Corrine Holland’s legacy. What would you be without me?”

Bruce’s jaw clenched at her accusations, his words emerging through gritted teeth.

“I’m sorry…”

“Silence!” Corrine’s hand whipped through the air again, landing another stinging blow.

Bruce’s head snapped to the side, a crimson handprint blooming on his cheek, yet he remained motionless.

“Let me remind you—I never sought the Ashton family’s wealth or the empty title of Mrs. Ashton. Yet you persist in tormenting me. Now you stoop to framing me, hiding behind Rita’s supposed naivety. Tell me, Bruce, why does Rita Ashton still act like a child well into her twenties? Is that why you so confidently use her age as a shield?”

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