Watching You Burn In Regret novel Chapter 237

When Carla received the message, her face turned pale. The main gate? It was a public area, teeming with people. Someone was bound to see them. Edwin was doing this on purpose. She wasn't stupid enough to be seen with him now.

Gritting her teeth, she typed back a single word: [No!]

The reply was instantaneous. [Sweetheart, I still have the photos from our night together. If you don't want them all over the internet, you'll meet me.]

The words were cloyingly affectionate, but they sent a chill down Carla's spine. Edwin had taken pictures that night? The bastard! The absolute scumbag!

Carla's hand shook with rage as she clutched her phone. She had only approached Edwin as a means to escape the Bradley family. She had never imagined that in the end, she would be the one who lost everything. She hadn't used him; he had dragged her into his mess. Furious, Carla hurled her phone to the floor.

Twenty minutes later, dressed in an inconspicuous outfit she rarely wore, complete with a hat and sunglasses, Carla arrived at the entrance to The Mountain Retreat. A white Maserati was parked brazenly in a prominent spot right by the gate. After a clandestine ten-year affair, she recognized it instantly as one of Edwin's cars. He had a penchant for white shirts and white cars. She used to think it made him seem clean and bright, like a boyish hero from a romantic drama. He never smelled of stale smoke, only fresh mint.

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