Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 1905

Chapter 1905: Ultimately, It's My Mistake

"I persist in not believing? Am I blind? Or are you blind, Felix? When Athena jumped off the cliff, you were clearly there. You didn't see it then? She was standing at the edge of the cliff with a fruit knife, crying and begging Luther, begging him to admit, to not abandon her, to not ignore her, to take responsibility for her since he had taken her. I have never seen Athena so humbled in my entire life; she has always been a proud person. She was begging, even kneeling, and I couldn't bear it. I even felt that if Luther had agreed, I wouldn't have wanted to stop them anymore. Ultimately, I didn't want my sister to suffer. But you knew how cruel Luther was at that moment. Athena was driven to the brink of death, and he still denied it, even saying, 'Whether you live or die, what does it have to do with me?' Such cruel words. In order to prove her innocence, Athena, in front of the three of us, jumped off the cliff. I couldn't reach her in time, I could only watch her disappear before my eyes. You haven't forgotten all of this, have you? Felix, I don't understand where you stand, siding with Luther!"

Athena, having listened until this point, was already in tears. Her voice trembled, "Luther, I will never forget what I said to you at that time, 'If only my death can prove that what I said is true, then let me die. I just hope you can always remember me, always remember today.' But you didn't remember me at all. You didn't care about me at all. Otherwise, you wouldn't have turned to like this wretched woman."

She angrily pointed at Joyce, "Why her? It was clear that we met first, fell in love with each other. I even gave you my first time."

Luther was extremely disgusted. The things that had been haunting him for over a decade, were like a nightmare, making him even suspicious of all women, suspecting that they approached him with a purpose. Otherwise, he wouldn't have treated Joyce in that way at the beginning.

Unexpectedly, even to this day, he was still entangled in this mess.

Before Luther could speak, Felix had finally had enough. He erupted, "Enough, stop acting, isn't that sickening?"

Looking at Christian, Felix earnestly said, "You just asked me where I stand? On Luther's side? I will tell you now. I saw with my own eyes, I even recorded the evidence at the time."

After that, he took out a recording pen from his pocket. Then he sighed heavily, "Ah, it's all my fault. I accidentally recorded the evidence back then, but I couldn't find this recording pen afterwards. This led Luther to be unable to explain himself, no matter how hard he tried. Over the past ten years, you have been at odds with Luther at every turn. I know that when you sent Vicki to Night Bar, it was also related to this matter; you wanted to know the truth of that year. Now that I think about it, I should also thank you for sending Vicki to me. It's all my fault. If only I had found this recording pen earlier, perhaps things wouldn't have turned out this way."

Felix glanced at Vicki and explained, "The last time Westbrook was locked in the storage room, I let him out and, unintentionally, found this recording pen among the old items. I left just now to go home and get this recording pen. After more than ten years, today, let me reveal the truth."

Athena stared at the recording pen in Felix's hand, as if realizing something. Her delicate face suddenly turned pale. How is this possible? How is it possible that now, of all times, the evidence from back then was found?

Christian squinted, eager to know the events of that time. He held his breath, waiting.

Felix coldly glanced at Athena, "Athena, you are staging this all by yourself. Over time, you probably even convinced yourself that it was real. You probably didn't expect that the truth would be exposed one day."

Athena wanted to lunge at Felix, to grab the recording pen from his hand.

Felix evaded, and at the same time, he pressed the button on the recording pen.

The clear sound of a conversation came from within, the voices of Luther and Athena, everything that happened in the tent more than a decade ago.

"Luther, I love you, I really love you. Please, accept me, I'll give you everything I have."

"Put your clothes back on, today I haven't seen you."