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In the past, he used to instruct his driver to park in the most visible spot outside the academy just to wait for Quinn and drive her home.
But after the accident, when Vivienne's wrist required an hour of daily rehab, he meticulously picked Vivienne up and drove her to the hospital instead.
His car no longer had a seat reserved for Quinn.
While she was at the design academy, studying relentlessly and pulling all-nighters to draft and perfect her sketches, Vivienne framed her for plagiarizing her graduation project. When Quinn tried to tell him, he didn't even hesitate before snapping at her, swearing Vivienne would never do such a thing.
In her design career, he never offered her a single word of encouragement or validation. Yet he constantly pulled strings to find top-tier mentors for Vivienne, pouring resources and opportunities into her lap. He never once broke his own rules to do the same for Quinn.
Whenever Vivienne suffered the slightest grievance, he immediately flew into a protective rage, demanding answers from anyone involved. But when Quinn suffered, he watched with cold indifference, often accusing her of making a scene out of nothing and being unreasonable.
He was at the hospital holding Vivienne's hand for every minor cold, yet he was perpetually absent when Quinn was admitted for severe asthma attacks or critical check-ups.
For seven years, he gave all his tenderness, patience, bias, and indulgence to Vivienne.
And he gave all his coldness, suspicion, harshness, and cruelty to Quinn.
In the end, the truth had swung back and dealt him a crushing blow.
The evidence showed him he had gotten everything horrifyingly wrong.
He had mistaken his savior, and he had given his heart to the wrong person!
What a sickening joke!
The swirling cigarette smoke blurred his features, but it couldn't hide the bloodshot red of his eyes.
Dante raised his hand and brutally crushed the cigarette out in the ashtray.
But as the embers died, the agonizing pain in his chest only burned hotter.
All these years.
It wasn't that she didn't deserve to be loved.
It was that he had been entirely blind, betraying the one person in this world who had given him her absolute, genuine devotion.

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