"I did have a soft spot for Ann, I admit my heart wavered! I committed an unforgivable sin, but what does that have to do with love?!"
…
After his outburst, York bent down, picked up a bottle from the coffee table, and drained it in one go.
All love at first sight is just lust. All love that develops over time is just a calculation of pros and cons.
There was no such thing as true love in this world.
"I may be a cold, unfeeling person," York said, "but you don't have to doubt that I was willing to give Claudia my entire heart."
Peter said nothing, just stared at York. He could feel his friend's pain and helplessness. Even now, York's thoughts were a tangled mess. His past actions—defying his family for Ann, using ruthless tactics against Claudia—were deeply rooted in his upbringing. Ann had saved him, so he already saw her through a filter. When she returned six years later, he felt guilty, and the patriarch's heavy-handed intervention at that exact moment only triggered York's rebellious streak.
Everyone expresses love differently. Perhaps York did love Claudia, but he couldn't believe it or admit it, not even to himself. The businessman's mindset was etched into his very soul, making him overlook the most precious of human emotions.
Peter sighed. "Since you know you were wrong, and you know you don't love her, since you can be so calm and rational and prioritize profit… why can't you just let her go?"
"York," he asked, "what is it you can't accept? What are you so resentful about?"
York collapsed onto the sofa, completely drained of strength.
Just as Peter was about to speak again, his phone rang, the sudden noise cutting through the tension. "I have an emergency and have to go. I'll have Darleen come and get you."
After Peter left the room, York drank several more glasses in quick succession.
Then, for some reason, he began to laugh at himself, a bitter, self-mocking sound. The more he laughed, the redder his eyes became.
It wasn't resentment. It wasn't about not being able to accept defeat.
York looked at his sister. "Darleen, do you also think I don't deserve to be forgiven?"
A wave of sorrow hit Darleen, and her eyes instantly turned red. Her voice trembled as she spoke, on the verge of tears. "York, everyone makes mistakes. You just have to fix them. Please stop torturing yourself with regret. You're going to make yourself sick!"
York wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand.
He used to think that, too.
He had made a mistake, and he would fix it. He thought he had a lifetime to make it up to her. He thought he could win her back.
But the reality was, Claudia wasn't giving him a chance.
Not a single one.

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