The Heartbroken Luna's Choice Banish Love novel Chapter 177

Chapter 177 

Third Person’s POV 

Not long after Trista drove off with Isaiah, Samantha stepped out from the shadows of a pillar near the entrance. 

She had been standing just far enough away to see everything clearly, but close enough to avoid drawing attention. 

The moment she saw Cassian’s car pull up, Samantha smoothed her expression and hurried toward him. 

The window slid down, and a wave of cold, restrained energy drifted from the cabin. 

Cassian looked at her, his first sentence cutting straight to the point, “Where is Trista?” 

His tone was level, but the underlying pressure was a taut wire ready to snap. 

Samantha scanned their surroundings to ensure no cameras or passersby were within earshot. She lowered her voice. “Cassian, Trista just left with another man.” 

She paused, letting the weight of the words settle, then added, “I have two things I need to show you. Can I get in so we can talk?” 

Cassian gave a short nod. 

Samantha slid into the passenger seat. 

As soon as she was settled, she started her performance. “I’m so sorry, Cassian. You were just trying to buy a toy for Algernon, and the world tried to twist it into something ugly. If tonight weren’t so urgent, I never would have interrupted you or asked you to come out.” 

She kept her voice soft, making every syllable sound like she was acting solely in his best interest. 

She then pulled out an imaging crystal and displayed two scenes. 

The first was a shot of Trista standing with Isaiah. They weren’t being intimate, but it was enough of a frame to let anyone’s imagination run wild. 

The second was a screenshot of an old communication record–the message where Trista had told Samantha to bring her son to the press conference and claim her place. 

Cassian watched the images without expression, though his knuckles whitened as his grip tightened. 

He didn’t explode. His silence was a far more dangerous kind of judgment. 

“Why are you showing me this?” he asked. 

Samantha put on a look of wide–eyed innocence, her tone laced with faux panic. “Cassian, Trista tried to force me to go to that press conference. She wanted me to expose you and Algernon to the world. I could never do that to you.” 

She spoke with conviction, emphasizing her “loyalty.” 

Then, she twisted the knife. “She even told me to my face that since the two of you can’t officially terminate the mating bond, you should just lead separate lives. I thought she was just being spiteful at the time.” 

Samantha watched him out of the corner of her eye. 

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