The Abandoned Wife Dumped Him First (Victoria and Elias) novel Chapter 271

[Victoria, I know that no matter what I say or do, I can never earn your forgiveness, and I don't dare ask for it. I hated you, I hated Grady, I hated the entire Sanger family. But looking back now, I realize my so-called hatred was nothing but a joke.]

[I'm sorry. I know you must want to know what happened when your brother came back to the Capital, but there's something I have to do right now. Once I'm done, I'll return to the Capital and tell you everything. I will atone for my sins...]

[Victoria, I'm sorry.]

In an instant, the three thin pages of the letter slipped from Victoria's hand.

Elias had just seen the Prescotts to the underground garage. When he returned, he found Victoria sitting on the sofa, lost in a daze, looking like a doll that could shatter at any moment.

He walked over, his eyes falling on the letter on the floor. He picked it up and scanned it briefly, his expression shifting.

In the letter, Abbey confessed that Grady's death was related to her. Fueled by her hatred for Victoria and the Sanger family, she had set a trap for Grady, which ultimately led to his death.

However, a text message and a recording from Tamara before her death made Abbey realize that the person truly responsible for her sister's tragedy was never Victoria at all.

It was Tamara's own cowardice and another's manipulations. And because of her ridiculous quest for revenge, Abbey had caused the death of the brother of the one person her sister felt most guilty toward, pushing Victoria into an abyss.

"Victoria."

At the sound of his voice, Victoria woodenly lifted her head to look at Elias.

His heart sank as their eyes met. His hand holding the letter tightened, and he swallowed hard. "Victoria, you..."

Before he could finish, Victoria's eyes turned red, and tears suddenly began to fall.

Seeing the crimson in her eyes, he felt a sharp pain in his chest, as if his heart was being squeezed.

He wanted to hold her.

And he did.

Victoria didn't resist. She was like a puppet now, her body rigid in his arms, saying nothing, only crying.

Elias wasn't good at comforting people. Seeing her like this felt like a knife twisting in his gut.

He wanted her to say something.

But he didn't know what she could possibly say. All he could do was tighten his arms around her, lower his head, and kiss her brow. "Victoria," he said in a low voice, "Grady wouldn't want to see you like this."

"If you feel hatred, then let it out. If you want to destroy the Prescott family, then do it. I'll back you up."

"Just... don't keep it bottled up inside. Don't be like this."

The woman in his arms closed her eyes, her hand gripping the corner of Elias's shirt.

She didn't know what she was supposed to do. All she felt was pain and a deep, consuming hatred. Her mind was flooded with memories of Grady, and each one was a blade twisting inside her.

Why?

She desperately wanted to know why. Why, when she had done nothing wrong, was fate playing such a cruel joke on her?

If she could, she would destroy the Prescott family, destroy everything.

But she couldn't...

Grady wouldn't want her to become that kind of person. Besides, the only ones left in the Prescott family were Tamara and Abbey's parents. Tamara's death had already destroyed them. What more was there for her to ruin?

But oh, the hatred was so real.

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