After I left, the twin Alphas went crazy novel Chapter 110

Lirian’s jaw clenched, and I could see the dark storm brewing in his eyes.

But before he could respond, I stepped forward, anger igniting in my chest.

Without thinking, I raised my hand and struck Ryan’s face, the sound echoing in the chill air.

The force of the slap caught him off guard, and he staggered back, his eyes wide with shock.

“That’s enough,” I said, my voice shaking, yet firm. “You have no right to talk to him that way. If it weren’t for my family’s help, you wouldn’t even be standing here. We covered your hospital bills, paid off Clara’s gambling debts, and never asked for a penny back. So don’t you dare stand here, acting entitled and dragging Lirian’s name through the mud.”

Ryan stared at me, his eyes dark with a mix of anger and disbelief, as if realizing for the first time just how much had changed between us.

There was a painful silence, each of us caught in the raw emotions of the moment, until a faint murmur from nearby drew our attention.

A sleek, expensive car pulled up beside us, and all eyes turned to the passengers stepping out.

A tall, impeccably dressed man exited first, his sharp suit and the gleaming watch on his wrist marking him as someone of significant wealth.

He extended a hand to a woman in a glittering evening gown, her makeup flawless and her hair styled as if she’d just come from a high-class gala.

Whispers quickly spread through the crowd that had gathered to watch our exchange.

“Isn’t that Linda?” someone murmured. “But isn’t she… a student here? What’s she doing with a man like that?”

“Isn’t he Arman, from the Moon Shadow Pack?” another voice whispered. “Looks like Linda’s landed herself a wealthy boyfriend.”

Ryan’s face turned pale as he watched Linda, who now clung to Arman’s arm with a flirtatious smile.

The confidence he’d wielded just moments ago seemed to crumble, his expression a mixture of shock and confusion.

I let out a quiet, scornful laugh as I took in the scene, trying not to let Ryan’s pitiful expression sway me.

Linda’s smirk was as dazzling as the diamonds on her necklace.

Once, in our past lives, she had risen to fame on the wings of a successful art school career, discovered during a mere campus performance by an admissions scout.

"Linda, it's been a while." My voice carried, laced with just enough cheer to mask my true feelings. "Aren't you going to greet your old flame here?"

Linda’s face paled slightly, but she quickly turned to Arman with a soft pout, clutching his arm and murmuring, "Baby, please don’t listen to her. I have nothing to do with Ryan."

Ryan’s face fell, a look of shock and betrayal hardening his expression.

I could almost see the gears turning in his mind, the disillusionment spreading across his face as he absorbed her callous words.

A flash of anger surged through me—anger at how easily she discarded him, at how he’d once fought so hard for her affection.

In our last lives, Linda had strung Ryan along, abandoning him whenever a better opportunity came, then crawling back when he seemed useful again.

And each time, he had taken her back, loyal to a fault.

Arman chuckled, a look of smug satisfaction flashing in his eyes. He slipped his arm around her waist and, to Linda's delight, leaned down to press a lingering kiss on her cheek.

"Prove it, babe," he murmured, his voice low and challenging.