Chapter 8

"Dr. Carlisle, when will you be done? I've already stooped this low, why can't you just give me one more chance?"

I looked at him with a cold sneer, "Haven't I given you chances before?"

"At our wedding, wasn't it you who spiked my tea with apple juice?"

"You told me to wait for you, but the next thing I knew, I was watching you marry Sarah on TV."

"You told me then that you had no choice, and that you'd definitely find the culprit responsible."

My eyes were like shards of ice, piercing Carter's heart with a chilling coldness.

"I remember, in this world, only you, Carter, knew about my apple juice allergy."

"Do you dare say it wasn't you who did it?"

"I..." Carter hadn't expected that I knew all along, I just didn't want to say it. He lowered his head, his expression hidden.

"At that time, Honey was abandoned. She just wanted to feel what it was like to be a bride, and I was only trying to help her."