Chapter 698
“Terrence!” Desperation drove Besty back to her feet, and she threw herself at him again, her fingers clawing at the crisp white fabric of his shirt, trying to rip it open.
His hand shot out and seized her wrist once more, his eyes blazing with a fury that could have melted steel. He hurled her hand away like it was something toxic, his voice cutting through the air like a blade. “Get lost!”
Terrence couldn’t deceive himself anymore. Besty wasn’t Christina—not even close. Back when he was blind to Christina’s real identity, he could fool himself into thinking Besty was her replacement and go through the motions.
But now? Impossible. The two women were like fire and water—complete opposites. Every single thing about Besty—her face, her scent—made his stomach churn with revulsion. They were worlds apart. Completely, utterly different.
His mind wandered back to that moment when he had pulled Besty’s head toward his groin. If Christina had been in that position, she would’ve clawed his eyes out by now, unlike Besty, who had just accepted without resistance. Besty was nothing but a lifeless puppet, dancing to whatever tune he played. He couldn’t stop picturing Christina’s face—that stubborn, proud expression that refused to bow to anyone. The sting of those two slaps she’d delivered still burned in his memory like fresh wounds.
Terrence’s fingers drifted to his own cheek, as if he could still catch traces of Christina’s intoxicating scent lingering on his skin.
“Terrence!” Besty’s voice cracked as she threw herself at him, her fingers digging into his arm while tears poured down her face in endless streams. “What did I do wrong? Just tell me and I’ll fix it. Whatever you dislike about me, I’ll change everything! I swear I will, Terrence…”
Panic was eating Besty alive from the inside out. This had never happened before. She could feel Terrence slipping away from her like sand through her fingers.
The maddening sensation of watching everything she’d worked for crumble made her feel completely lost and broken. It felt like she was losing her hold on Terrence.
And there was nothing she could do to stop it. No! She couldn’t lose him—she just couldn’t. No matter what, she would cling to him.
“Let go of me,” Terrence snapped, his face twisting into an annoyed scowl as his patience ran out.
“No, I’m not letting go,” Besty sobbed, shaking her head desperately. Deep down, she knew that releasing him would mean losing him forever, and she couldn’t bear that thought.
“This is your final fucking chance. Let go now!” Terrence’s voice turned ice-cold and threatening, his last shred of patience completely gone.
“No, I can’t.” Besty gripped his arm like her life depended on it, tears streaming down her face as she shook her head frantically. “Terrence, please, I’ll change everything about myself if you want. Just tell me what I did wrong and I’ll fix it. As long as you keep me by your side, I’ll do whatever you ask. Please don’t throw me away like trash.”
When Terrence didn’t shake her off forcefully, Besty foolishly believed her desperate tears were getting through to him and reached out to wrap her arms around his waist.
Before she could even touch him, he shoved her back hard and then kicked her away with brutal force.
“Ahh!” Besty screamed in agony as she crashed to the floor with a painful thud. Before she could even attempt to stand, Terrence’s voice cut through the air like a blade. “Get this woman out of my sight!”