Came Back as an Heiress After My Ex-Fiancé Made Me Blind novel Chapter 9

Eugene bowed his head, voice heavy with anguish.

"I'm sorry, Victoria. I was insane. I still can't believe what I did."

"I don't know what came over me..."

His head snapped up, a desperate light in his eyes. "It was all Claire's doing. She seduced me, manipulated me. I lost my mind because of her schemes."

"I've brought her here - she's yours to deal with. The finest surgeons in Boston are waiting. Everything you lost..."

"I'll help you reclaim it all. Just give me one chance to atone?"

As his hand reached for me, I stepped back, a bitter smile twisting my lips.

"Eugene Thorne," his name fell from my lips like ice, "seven years together, and I'm only now seeing the true measure of your character. How perfectly blind I was."

"You blame everything on Claire, but tell me - if you hadn't fallen in love with her, would you have mutilated me? In this tragedy, you're the true villain. Without Claire, there would have been someone else."

Shame colored his features as the truth he'd been denying crashed over him.

He'd always treated her like a plaything while refusing to acknowledge he has lost me because of her.

Eugene Thorne - the man who'd never bowed to anyone - slowly sank to his knees.

His bloodshot eyes brimmed with desperation as he looked up at me.

"Victoria, what will it take for your forgiveness? Claire is nothing now and we're done. You're the only woman I've ever truly loved."

The mighty CEO of Thorne Industries, kneeling on cold hospital tiles like a fallen king begging for mercy.

"Please," his voice cracked. "One more chance. That's all I ask."

I pulled the diamond ring from my finger and hurled it at him, my voice arctic.

"If Dempsey hadn't found me, I'd be nothing but a cold corpse by now." My voice cut through the sterile hospital air.

"You owe me a life, Eugene. But I don't want it anymore - it's too soiled."

"Stay out of my sight forever."

As I turned to leave, Eugene lunged forward on his knees, desperate fingers clutching at my skirt.