Clenching her teeth, Elena glared at Dexter. There was not a trace of warmth in her eyes. All that remained was overwhelming hatred that was ready to explode at any moment.
"I shouldn't have loved you—is that it? But then why did you give me hope in the first place?" she asked coldly.
The current Elena was like a venomous snake slithering through the dark depths of hell. She looked gorgeous and dazzling on the outside, but on the inside, there was nothing but poison.
"Stop coming up with excuses to justify your sins. I never said I liked you." Dexter scoffed, his eyes filled with disgust.
As his gaze fell on Elena, she was stunned at first, and then tears began to fall slowly.
She had never imagined that one day, she would have the courage to confront the person she once loved the most. Unfortunately for her, she had lost—completely and utterly.
How ridiculous! This was laughable.
"At the very least, tell me—why her?" After holding back her bitterness for so long, Elena bit her lip and abruptly looked up at him. "How… am I not better than her?"
Angela found what Elena said particularly irritating. The way Elena spoke made it seem like Dexter was deeply in love with her.
Dexter remained silent for a long time before finally speaking. "I don't owe you an explanation, but since you're so pitiful, I might as well let you understand."
He stepped closer, his voice indifferent. "What makes her remarkable is her self-respect, her self-control, and her sense of self—qualities you may never grasp."
Angela was dumbfounded. Was this a confession?
Never mind. She'd pretend she didn't hear him.
…
Elena was locked up in the basement of Angela's house.
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