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The Love I Begged For Was Never Real novel Chapter 553

Nora looked down at the man sobbing pitifully at her feet.

Feeling his scalding tears, a wave of nauseating hypocrisy washed over her.

He didn't know?

What exactly was he pretending to be so devoted and remorseful for?

Back when she was bleeding out on the operating table, the bodyguards he sent had conveyed his orders with crystal clarity.

Why didn't he feel sorry back then?

Back then, all he cared about was Giselle's death. All he cared about was figuring out the cruelest ways to torture her, making her beg for death.

Now that the child was gone and her family was ruined, he rushed over here, fell to his knees in a puddle of tears, and babbled about how he didn't know, how he deserved to die.

This delayed, misplaced remorse—what was the point of it other than being utterly sickening?

"Let go."

Nora spat the words out coldly, stiffly stepping backward to pry herself from his grip.

"Gideon, putting on this devoted act now only makes me sick."

Sensing her resistance, Gideon tightened his arms around her.

He lifted his tear-streaked, bloodshot face to look up at her.

This face, usually so arrogant and domineering, was now humbled into the dirt.

"Nora, please forgive me... Hit me, curse at me. Whatever you want, I'll give it to you..."

Gideon pleaded incoherently.

He didn't know how to make up for this.

That was his own flesh and blood, the child she had lost after enduring endless torment.

He owed her a life. He owed her a family. He owed her a complete future.

His eyes darted frantically around the room.

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