Chapter 256 Broken Illusions
Chapter 256 Broken Illusions
Jacinda’s words left Trent exposed and floundering.
At the start, he hid the marriage only because he did not want Sidonic to learn of it. He had confessed, been turned down, and then, almost at once, wed another woman; admitting that would have made him look frivolous.
As the company expanded and success numbed his conscience, the secrecy became second nature. He fooled himself into thinking that as long as he kept the ring off his finger, he was still a single man.
“Let’s be honest, Trent,” Jacinda pressed on. “Mom cares about appearances, but so do you. You thought Quinn wasn’t presentable enough, so you kept her in the shadows. Now you’re pouring the bitterness of that divorce onto us.”
Her accusation landed like an invisible slap, leaving Trent’s cheeks burning and his tongue tied.
“Yes,” he whispered after a long silence, “it’s me–only me. I–failed Quinn. I wronged her.”
“What are you talking about?” Jacinda asked, baffled.
Penelope chimed in, “Son, don’t tell me Quinn has come begging you to take her back. You must not remarry that jinx. I will never let her step into this family again.”
“Enough, Mom!” Trent glared at her. “Don’t ever let me hear you speak ill of Quinn again. That so–called jinx saved my life. Without her, I would have drowned in the river years ago.”
With that, he ignored them both and strode up to the second–floor bedroom.
The room greeted him with an icy hush.
He went into the bathroom, splashed his face with cold water, and stared at the haggard stranger in the mirror.
The once confident man had been stripped away, leaving only exhaustion and despair.
Grafton Technologies was in shambles, and to make matters worse, Sidonie was carrying his child.
Why did she have to become pregnant now of all times?
No matter what, I cannot let this child be born.
Julius escorted a tipsy Quinn back to her flat. She had drunk far more than usual; when she climbed out of the car most of her weight sagged against his steady shoulder.
He felt a tug of something unfamiliar in his chest. Quinn had always been fiercely self–reliant, yet now, drunk and slumped against him, she seemed to believe he was the only harbor she had, the sole pillar in her world.
“Let me carry you upstairs,” he murmured.
“No need… I can walk on my own,” she mumbled, the words thick on her tongue, and somehow that only made her seem more endearing to him.
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Chapter 256 Broken Illusions
Julius didn’t argue. He simply swept her into his arms and started for the stairs. “Indulge me,” he said. “I want to carry you.”
Quinn laughed softly, looped her arms around his neck, and nestled against his shoulder.
Once inside the apartment, he laid her gently on the bed. “I’ll find something to help you sober up, he said.
“Don’t,” Quinn whispered as she caught his wrist and, with surprising strength, tugged him onto the mattress until he was pinned beneath her.
“Quinn?” Julius arched a brow. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing?”
“Of course I do. I’m drunk, not delirious,” she murmured, letting her lips graze his in a slow, teasing sweep.
She slipped the tie from his collar, her fingers nimble despite the haze, and unfastened his buttons one by one until his cool chest lay bare before her.
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