Ophelia Gets Thrown Out (Ophelia) novel Chapter 340

Chapter 340

Chapter 340

She even risked the whole company’s interests, just to score points for Asher and Henry.

‘Did she ever stop to think that if Asher really ends up on top, does she honestly believe she’ll get anything good out of it?’ Ophelia couldn’t help but think.

“Zoe, how could you be so foolish?” Victoria shook her head, heartbreak written all over her face. “I’ve given you everything, watched you grow up. Why did you have to break my heart like this?”

“Cut the fake sympathy, all of you,” Zoe said, her chin raised high, bitterness and resentment clear in her voice.

“Ever since Ophelia came back, you’ve been falling over yourselves to protect her, to care for her. I swallowed it, I put up with it. But the one thing you should never have done was call off my engagement to Alaric Caldwell.”

“That was my only hope all these years. The moment she returned, none of it mattered anymore. So what was I to you all this time, a joke?” Zoe’s eyes were red and fierce as she spat out the words.

“You keep saying you treat me the same, that you love me, that you never let me down. But it’s all just phony kindness, isn’t it? Just an excuse to make yourselves look good.”

Victoria looked stunned, her voice barely above a whisper. “But… we just wanted you both to be happy.”

She really hadn’t expected Zoe to hold this against them.

Sure, they’d called off Zoe’s engagement to Alaric, but they hadn’t tried to push Ophelia and Alaric together either. They always said it was up to the kids to make their own choices.

It was obvious Alaric wasn’t interested in Zoe. Not to mention, even if they were together, it’s not like they’d be happy. Alaric isn’t someone you can force into anything.

“Happiness?” Zoe scoffed, her voice almost breaking into a scream. “If I can’t be with Alaric, what does happiness even mean to me?”

All these years, marrying Alaric was the only thing she ever wanted, the one dream she held onto.

She never thought that everything she’d built would be turned upside down, just because Ophelia suddenly came back into the picture.

“Your happiness is none of my concern,” came Alaric’s icy voice, slicing through the tension in the room.

Everyone whipped their heads toward the doorway, where Alaric strode in, his presence so commanding it seemed to fill the whole room.

“A-Alaric…” Zoe whispered, her voice trembling as she spoke his name.

Staring at him, tall, striking, and radiating that untouchable aura, Zoe’s eyes flickered with a storm of emotions. He was the golden boy, the one everyone admired.

He was supposed to be her fiancé, the man she’d spent years longing for, the one she’d always thought would be hers.

As he walked up to the group, Alaric’s gaze lingered on Ophelia for a moment before turning to Tristan and giving a respectful nod. “Grandpa Rowle.”

Tristan’s face lit up with a warm smile as he nodded at Alaric. “Well, look who’s here-the Caldwell boy.”

Alaric looked around at everyone, taking in the tense atmosphere before he finally spoke. “Guess my timing’s a little off. Hope I’m not crashing anything here?”

“Nothing major,” Tristan replied, motioning for him to join them. “Come on, have a seat.”

Tristan gestured for Alaric to take the seat right next to Ophelia.

Alaric raised an eyebrow, but didn’t say anything. He just went along with it and sat down beside her.

“Why are you here?” Ophelia asked in a low voice, her teeth gritted, trying to keep her frustration in check.

“You said you’d come see me at the hospital after work, but you totally ditched me,” Alaric complained, his

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