The Love I Begged For Was Never Real novel Chapter 252

Nora watched his restless movements with quiet detachment, taking in the pathetic sight of a man entirely unhinged by another woman.

She averted her gaze, allowing Dr. Marcus Reed to wrap pristine white gauze around her wrists, refusing to spare Gideon another glance.

Leaning against the frigid wall, Gideon stared blankly at his empty phone screen.

The glare reflected his disheveled appearance and the dark bruising along his cheekbone.

Giselle.

Giselle's final, resentment-filled glare burned into his mind like a branding iron.

Had he really done something wrong?

Gideon questioned himself over and over.

He had poured his heart and soul into protecting her, snuffing out any potential danger before it could even approach.

He believed this was the best arrangement for her, convinced that as long as he was powerful enough, she would stay safely under his wing forever.

Had she changed?

For all those long years, she had relied on him completely.

She used to share every secret with him, wait up on the sofa until the early hours when he worked late, and knock on his door with her pillow during thunderstorms.

Had the dazzling outside world and men with ulterior motives stolen her heart away?

Or was this simply who she truly was?

She was so used to his boundless indulgence, so accustomed to taking all his sacrifices for granted.

The moment someone else offered a sliver of cheap affection, the moment they catered to her temper with sweet words, she easily forgot the decade they spent surviving together.

The thought of Nora snapped Gideon's scattered focus back to reality, his gaze landing sluggishly on the woman sitting on the examination bed.

As if a crucial realization had just hit him, his pupils contracted sharply.

"Nora is a vicious, scheming bitch!"

"And now you're at the club throwing punches at Julian, all for that toxic woman who hurt me!"

"Did that woman use some dirty trick to seduce you?"

Giselle's barrage of insults had completely trashed Nora's character.

Nora had been collapsed on the gravel path just a few feet away, her hands bleeding profusely.

She had definitely heard every single vicious word.