He Buried Me But I Painted My Own Resurrection novel Chapter 183

He pulled out his phone, opened a video, and turned the screen toward her.

"Then do you understand this?"

Playing on the screen was the security footage from the restaurant that day, clearly showing her intentionally sticking her foot out to trip Sienna.

The resolution was crystal clear; every minute movement and calculating look in her eyes was captured perfectly.

Lyla's face instantly drained of color.

She was completely stunned, her mind going blank as she watched the video play out, Grant's frigid voice ringing in her ears.

"You knocked the soup over yourself, and you deliberately moved your hand to get burned."

"Yet you came crying to me, claiming she bullied you and couldn't stand the sight of you."

"Lyla, playing me for a fool—did it give you a great sense of accomplishment?"

His voice wasn't loud, but every word felt like a fatal strike, slicing away all her carefully constructed disguises like a razor-sharp blade.

Lyla panicked, completely terrified, realizing that any further excuses were useless.

Without a second thought, she collapsed to the floor, clinging tightly to Grant's leg and breaking into loud sobs.

"Grant, I was wrong! I was so wrong!"

"I didn't mean to... I just... I just love you too much."

"When I saw how well you treated Sienna, I was so jealous and scared! I was terrified you wouldn't want me anymore, so I lost my mind and made a terrible mistake!"

She shifted all the blame onto her "love," desperately trying to garner his sympathy.

"Grant, forgive me just this once, please? For the sake of our baby, give me one more chance!"

As she cried, she placed her hand over her flat stomach.

The baby was her last and most vital trump card.

Hearing the word "baby," a flicker crossed Grant's eyes, and the violent aura radiating from him seemed to pull back slightly.

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