Chapter 97 Stolen Life
Draven took a step back to put some distance between him and Aleah.
He lowered his eyes, which were as dark as a deep pool.
“You always said that it was because of your illness. When Cierra married me, you committed suicide because of your illness, so I sent her abroad. When she came back, you hired a bas*ard to insult her, and you said it was because of your condition, again! And last time, about the surveillance video, you begged for forgiveness with your illness.”
Aleah never changed!
“Just because you’re sick, everyone around you has to listen to you and bear what they shouldn’t bear?”
Everything that had happened came out of Draven’s mouth, which made Aleah’s face turn pale.
It could be anyone else to blame her, but why did it have to be Draven?
“He must be very disappointed in me. Would I still be able to marry into the Trevino family?” She thought.
Aleah’s heart was filled with worry, and her hatred for Cierra grew even stronger!
It had been so many years. Why did she come here to talk about these things?
“It was Cierra who had occupied my identity and taken away my life. She deserved it. What right did she have to show off her misery?”
“I was the most pitiful one. Why was everyone criticizing me now?” Aleah thought.
But now was not the time to question Cierra. Aleah just wanted to try her best to restore her impression in Draven’s heart.
“But Draven, I really couldn’t control myself. I don’t know what happened to me at that time. You’ve read my diagnosis. And so many years have passed…”
“Yes, so many years have passed.”
Draven interrupted her coldly, his eyes full of disappointment and sarcasm.
“So many years passed, now you can pretend that nothing has happened?”
He looked at the crying woman in front of him. She still seemed pure and innocent, but he could no –longer see her as the same person as the little girl who used to secretly bring him cakes.
Was it just because of his three-year marriage with Cierra that made her end up
like this?
But now the evidence shows that she had been a person who took pleasure in punishing others a
long time ago.
He could even guess what Aleah was going to say. “It had been so many years, why were they still caring about it and bringing up the past?”
However, time did not erase the scars on Cierra’s body. Why couldn’t she pursue the justice?
Even if the scars were cured, could she just pretend that nothing had happened?
It was Aleah’s miscalculation. She didn’t expect that there were still scars on Cierra’s body,
Perhaps Aleah had thought about it before. Merely, she had not expected Cierra to be so bold as to take off her clothes in front of so many people.
And this perhaps was the truth.
Aleah didn’t think that she was wrong. She looked at Cierra with tears in her eyes and suddenly became hysterical.
“You’re very proud now, aren’t you? You destroyed me in front of everyone. Are you happy now?”
Cierra stood still.
She looked at the crazy woman in front of her in silence, feeling pitiful for her.
As the old saying goes, the utterly detestable people may have their sufferings..
Cierra sighed slightly and said, “In the past, I only thought that you just pretended to be in bipolar disorder. I thought you got the diagnosis to pretend to be pitiful. Now it seems that you are really a
psy cho.”
“Aleah, it’s not me who ruined you, it’s you.”
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