Callie saw Marilyn’s intense emotional fluctuation and continued speaking slowly, leaning on her shoulder, her words clear and deliberate.
“Did he ever prepare a glass of warm water for you in case you woke up thirsty in the middle of the night? Did he ever wake you with a kiss in the morning? Did he ever throw you onto the bed in moments of passion, finding ways to tease you? Did he ever, in the throes of passion, whisper to you, ‘Little vixen, I wish I could die on you’?”
Feeling Marilyn tremble, Callie smiled with satisfaction and patted her shoulder as if showing concern. “To make me not jealous about Maevelyn, the girl you think he cares about most, he took me to meet his elders to reassure me and provided me with financial support to start a studio with Regan, making me independent.”
Marilyn suddenly pulled away and raised her hand to slap Callie. “You’re disgusting!”
Callie caught her hand immediately.
She couldn’t move at all.
Some blows can’t be taken at just any time!
“We both know Nelson’s character-he’s very self-centered. I must admit, at first, he was impatient with me too. All those good things were just a facade. If he really didn’t like someone, he could drop them instantly.”
“But now? In our daily life, every little detail, it’s always him taking the initiative, afraid I’ll feel wronged or upset.”
“I know his status brings many rumors and even after marriage, there are women around him. But look, has anyone truly taken him away from me?”
“Let’s say I took him from you; that only proves he didn’t love you, right?”
“No one has taken him from me; what does that prove? It proves he loves me.”
Her words were firm.
Marilyn’s heart sank into an abyss.
After several deep breaths, she regained some composure. “Don’t forget, I have the Ellison family behind me. If Oconnor Group wants to avoid trouble, they must rely on the Ellison family. You can’t claim complete victory.”
Callie blinked.
“Marilyn, you’ve lost.”