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When Cian rushed to the wasteland to save me, my legs had already been broken by someone.
My face was slashed with a knife, and ten fingernails were forcibly pulled out.
I fell for this man who gave me a second chance at life, and when he proposed, I accepted without hesitation.
Three years into our marriage, my legs had healed, and I was preparing to share this good news with him.
But outside his office, I overheard an argument between him and his ex-girlfriend.
"I explained back then that Vivienne and I were just boss and employee. You insisted I ruin her, or you'd break up with me. I follow your words and crippled her, but you still left me without a second thought. You're so heartless."
"I left, but you still married her. You clearly love her!"
Cian pulled her close, holding her tight: "You fool? You're the only one I love. I married her just to get back at you for leaving. You didn't like her, so I married her on purpose, thinking it would bring you back to me."
"Grace, your words can make me move heaven and earth for you. The scars on her body are proof of my loyalty to you..."
He gazed lovingly at the woman in his arms, and they finally kissed passionately.
So, I was just a pawn in your love story all along...

Remnants Of Regret, Love Unfinished

Cian furrowed his brow and coaxed, "Grace, don't cry. Don't do anything rash. Send me your location, and I'll come find you, okay?"


The call ended, and my husband's previously gentle demeanor towards me turned cold. "If you had apologized to her earlier, things wouldn't have gotten so embarrassing."


"Come with me. We're going to apologize to Grace."


He walked briskly, while my legs couldn't keep up with his pace.


He practically dragged me to the garage, violently yanking me into the car, and sped off towards the location Grace had sent.


After getting out of the car, we saw Grace standing forlornly on the bridge, her frail figure looking as if it might collapse at any moment.


Cian shouted, "Grace, don't jump! I've brought Vivienne here to apologize to you."


He gripped my wrist tightly, as if afraid I might run away.


Grace sobbed, "Cian, ever since that incident, I haven't been able to sleep well. The doctor diagnosed me with depression."


Chapter 6