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A mere seven days before the nuptials, heavy snowfall rendered the roads impassable. Luckily, I had preemptively filled the house with provisions.
Clyde welcomed his old flame and began cohabiting with her.
He cunningly persuaded me to reside at a companion's vacation home, which was devoid of sustenance and refreshments.
He and his former sweetheart ostentatiously displayed their sumptuous meals on Instagram Stories each day.
I endured hunger in the lodge, bereft of food, water, and electrical power.
Once the roads were cleared, he dispatched urgent messages during the wedding preparations.
I had already retreated to my family's residence. I sent him a communication stating, "I'll allow you two to be together."

A Snowy Nightmare

Clyde's words brought sudden clarity to the situation. Such manipulative tactics were not uncommon among affluent families.


I had been wary of Betty's unexpected appearance in Clyde's life from the start—it seemed contrived, as if her entire presence had been orchestrated. This suspicion drove me to stand by Clyde, supporting him for a decade.


However, the man before me now was a mere shell of the person I had once loved. My faith in him had long since vanished, and I was determined never to assist him again.


I met Clyde's desperate look with a firm shake of my head.


"No matter how dire your circumstances or what difficulties you face, I can no longer involve myself in your affairs."


Clyde's face grew more anxious, his eyes imploring.


"Angela, I'm not asking you to help me regain my position at York's company," he said, his voice unsteady. "I genuinely want to apologize. If you can forgive me... allow me to remain by your side. I beg you."


Chapter 8