Brothers Want Me Back novel Chapter 275

Chapter 275 

Chapter 275 

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Bianca, not ready to give up, tried again. “Honey, please, just let me explain…” 

But Finley was already disgusted, especially hearing Bianca repeatedly call him “honey.” Did she really think she could humiliate him even more? 

With an indifferent tone, Finley responded, “Just leave. We’re done here. I never thought you could be this kind of person. I got too deep, too blind to see it–now I can see it clearly. From now on, we’re strangers.” 

Bianca stood there, struck speechless by his cold rejection. 

Maybe she should’ve expected this outcome all along. 

Her sweet words no longer held any sway over Finley; he wasn’t fooled anymore. No one could bear to have a partner who was out there playing around with anyone. 

But still, a flicker of hope remained in Bianca’s heart. “Honey… you really don’t want me anymore?” 

Finley’s reply was sharp. “No, I don’t.” 

Bianca’s eyes flashed with a new intensity, a coldness far removed from her previous softness. “Finley,” she said, her voice low and dangerous. “You’ll regret this. You will regret it.” 

Sadly, even her biting words couldn’t sway him. Finley didn’t respond, instead turning away and walking down the aisle, his back to her as he made his way to Elaine, intending to apologize for all the wrongs he had done to her. Everything that had happened was his fault. 

Bianca watched Finley’s retreating figure, her grip tightening on the hem of her wedding dress. A wave of abandonment and betrayal washed over her, and for the first time, she felt the crushing weight of what she had lost. 

“Elaine,” Finley called as he approached her. 

Elaine instinctively frowned, “What, now you want to settle the score, Finley?” 

“No,” Finley replied quickly, “I just want to say I’m sorry.” 

Elaine raised an eyebrow. “Oh?” 

The word “sorry” seemed to carry a bad omen for her. She didn’t want any part of his remorse. 

“Save it,” she snapped, her tone icy. “I’m not interested in your apologies. I don’t want to be the one you feel sorry for. I don’t want to be part of your life, where you owe people like me something. I’m not going to let you tarnish my life with your regrets.” 

Finley understood then–he was nothing but a small player in Elaine’s eyes. She didn’t need his apology, didn’t want it. It was too little, too late. 

With a bitter smile, he said nothing more. He simply turned and walked away, choosing silence over any further attempts to salvage what had been broken beyond repair. 

Elaine didn’t look at him again. The show was over. She yawned and turned to leave, signaling to her family. 

“Mom, Kingsley, let’s go home,” she said. 

Kingsley nodded, and Shirley, bored of the drama, followed. They didn’t head back to Lento immediately but instead returned to their house in Boynton, the base for Radiant Media. 

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“And now,” Ella added, “your mother’s with Jepson. He’s out of the danger zone, and I’m sure he’ll recover soon 

Elaine didn’t buy it. Ella was trying to tug at her heartstrings by mentioning Jepson’s condition–no one could forget how Ella had treated him before. 

“Elaine, please, forgive us. Come back to the Yeats family. We’ll treat you like the princess you are–no, even better than Bianca. Please, just give us a chance.