She Was the Treasure All Along novel Chapter 1028

"Swain just came by to warn me that you hired Molly to set him up," Helena said. She was looking at Swain, but the words were directed at Morris, a faint, barely-there smile playing on her lips. "He said you were getting revenge, and that you're just going to use me and throw me away."

Morris arched an eyebrow, looking down at her. "Oh? And what did you say?"

"I didn't get to finish. I'll just say it in front of you—thank you." Helena’s voice was smooth and indifferent. "Thank you for helping me see exactly what kind of trash was in my life."

Swain felt like he had just been slapped across the face in public. The humiliation burned.

Helena shifted her gaze back to him, her eyes cold and distant. "As for why I'm still here, it's just because I came back to pack my things today. I'm moving in with my husband. We got our marriage license this morning."

Those words utterly obliterated the last shred of delusion Swain had been clinging to.

"You want to ask 'why'?" Helena chuckled dryly. "You think someone like me could never deserve to be with Morris Lonsdale? Let alone marry him? Did you think I was doomed to rot in misery right alongside you?"

Swain opened his mouth, but his throat was so dry he couldn't make a sound.

Helena dropped the mocking smile. "It was through Morris that I finally realized my own worth. I absolutely deserve a perfect life, and a perfect partner. You're the one who deserves nothing."

Without sparing him another glance, she turned and walked back inside. The hem of her oversized white shirt brushed against her legs before she disappeared into the shadows of the apartment.

Only Swain and Morris remained at the door.

Morris leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms over his chest, looking down at Swain with the detached amusement of a predator studying its prey.

"Swain," he started, his voice as soft and polite as a man catching up with an old friend. "This is the very last time I will tolerate you running your mouth and spewing this pathetic nonsense to my wife."

Swain's knees felt weak, but he forced himself to stay standing.

"If I ever catch you anywhere near her again..." Morris smiled gently, the softness of his tone never wavering. "Be very careful crossing the street. Accidents happen."

He paused, his dark eyes locking onto Swain's bloodless face.

"And if you don't die... well, spending the rest of your life paralyzed in a wheelchair would be quite the tragedy, wouldn't it?"

Swain’s lips trembled. He knew with absolute certainty that Morris wasn't joking.

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