The hand hanging on the side of the thigh stiffened slightly, followed by a sharp stabbing pain in the heart, causing the fingertips to curl.
“Fiancée?”
How strange… wasn’t this the outcome she had always wanted? As long as Finn got married, she could leave him, so why did her heart ache uncontrollably?
Lily had planned to mock her for a few more words, but suddenly noticed that Aoife was wearing the same white dress as her, along with the blue one.
The blue dress she was wearing was the first gift Finn gave her. She still remembered the day they went shopping together for clothes, and she held up these two dresses and asked Finn which one looked better.
Back then, Finn was distracted, clearly preoccupied with something. He initially said the white one, then changed to the blue one.
At that time, she didn’t think much of it, but now that she saw Aoife wearing the white dress, everything became clear.
Lily clenched her fists, nails digging into her flesh without feeling the pain.
It must be said that a woman’s intuition is powerful. The day she first saw Aoife in the restaurant, she sensed the unusual relationship between Finn and Aoife. After secretly investigating, she found that her suspicions were not far from the truth.
North Bankshire was a good place, inhabited by the wealthy, secluded and a perfect place to hide a lover.
If she hadn’t investigated this woman beforehand and known about this place, she might have never known that Finn was keeping a mistress here even after getting married.
Lily glared at Aoife with anger, a mist appearing in her beautiful eyes.
Did Finn think that as long as she didn’t know, he could keep this woman here forever?
And to gift Aoife a dress identical to hers, where did he place her?
She was a rich young lady, and this person in front of her was nothing? A shameless woman!
Suppressing her anger, Lily elegantly stood up, brushed the nonexistent dust off her skirt, a gesture aimed at catching Aoife’s attention.
“Finn is ridiculous, to actually give you a dress identical to mine. But a lover is just a lover, the gift is fake and inferior. Just to deceive you.”
Have you ever felt like your heart was stabbed but you couldn’t die? Have you ever felt your body turning cold, the world silent and slowly dying? At this moment, Aoife experienced these two feelings in an instant.
She tugged at the hem of her dress, looking down at her toes, feeling unbearable embarrassment.
In fact, from the moment Lily entered the room, Aoife noticed that she was wearing the same style of dress as her, but she didn’t want to dwell on it.
Lily looked so noble and cold in that dress, while she… just as Lily said, she was fake and inferior.
Aoife’s mind went blank, everything was dark in front of her, a buzzing sound in her ears. Lily’s probing gaze mocked her, making her feel like she was being publicly humiliated, stripped of her dignity. She wished she could turn around and change out of this dress upstairs.
She couldn’t fathom what Finn was thinking or what his intentions were in giving her this dress. He had a fiancée and still kept her by his side, a mistress and a third party.
Every night, Finn held her, expecting her to treat him the same as before. Was he mocking her innocence? Her foolishness?
Aoife wanted to force a bitter smile, but true agony didn’t allow even a hint of a smile.
Finn… Finn… on the path of making me suffer and despair, you have never disappointed me.
But it’s also okay… her heart had long died, and now it died more thoroughly, with no more attachment, like dead ash no longer longing for anything.
Since she knew he had a fiancée, about to get engaged and married, he would have a new family… he should let her go, right?
“Aoife, I called you here for a simple reason today. Once I finish, I’ll leave. I’m also about to get engaged to Finn soon. I have no tolerance for any nonsense. I know Finn likes to play around, his past with several women, I never questioned. But from now on, his surroundings must be clean, only me. As women, let me remind you, it’s better to have self-respect and dignity. Being a mistress only destroys yourself.”
Bitterness lingered in her mouth as Aoife absentmindedly responded, “I never thought of becoming a third party between you two.”
Lily’s mocking smile grew stronger, her gaze full of meaning: Isn’t this the epitome of pretending to be a saint after being a prostitute?
She opened her purse and took out a bank card, throwing it on the coffee table in front of them. “Here’s a million. Take the money and leave quickly. Isn’t that why you’re selling yourself? Take the money.”
The bank card felt like a slap across Aoife’s face, making her stagger. She forced back the sourness in her eyes, her voice hoarse, “Since you and him are about to get engaged, I should leave naturally. You don’t need to give me any money.”
Lily sneered, continuing to taunt, “No, you must take it. The Dankworth family and the Burns family are both legitimate businesses. They wouldn’t let you suffer losses. You’ve been with him for so long, taking this money is only fair. You’re just a prostitute, so stop pretending to be innocent.”