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Chapter 3

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The gala was held at The Monarch, the most luxurious hotel in Blackridge.

The moment I walked through the doors, every eye in the room turned toward me with a sense of disdain, mockery, and anticipation.

Emmy stood in the center of the ballroom in a perfectly tailored black gown. Corbin's arm was linked through hers, his demeanor as refined and gentle as ever.

Standing side by side, they looked like the perfect couple.

"Emmy, Grayson is here." Corbin tugged lightly on her sleeve.

Emmy turned toward me. Her gaze landed on the waist of the suit I'd altered. Her brows knit together. A flicker of irritation flashed across her face before disappearing.

"Come here." She tilted her chin toward me.

I dragged my heavy feet across the floor.

The giant screen behind them lit up with wedding photos. They had been legally married overseas five years ago.

"Thank you all for coming tonight. There's something I'd like to clarify." Emmy's cool voice carried through the ballroom.

"The car accident five years ago was real, but I never died. My injuries were severe, and I spent years recovering overseas."

"As for Mr. Holloway..." She paused, deliberately addressing me in a distant tone. "After the accident, he suffered a severe psychological breakdown and developed a serious delusional disorder. Not only did he imagine that we were married, but he has continued harassing my husband ever since."

The room erupted. Everyone looked at me like I was insane.

"So he's mentally ill."

"No wonder he's been acting so strange all these years."

"Ms. Winslow is a saint. Most people would've had him committed by now."

I stood motionless, my nails digging into my palms. The pain helped as it forced me to stay upright.

Corbin took the microphone. His eyes glistened with tears.

"I don't blame Grayson. He's sick. Back then, when he tried to send me into the scrapyard incinerator, he wasn't in his right mind. His illness made him do it."

His words only fueled the surrounding murmurs.

"Attempted murder? How is someone like that still walking free?"

I looked at Corbin. His acting was good, incredibly good.

"All I ask is that Grayson apologize to me in front of everyone today. If he does that, I'll let the past stay in the past." Corbin looked at me. Beneath the sorrow on his face was the smug satisfaction of a victor.

Emmy lowered her voice. "Apologize. The money for your father's treatment will be transferred immediately."

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, then bent forward in a perfect ninety-degree bow.

"I'm sorry. I was mentally unstable. I was sick."

A chorus of jeers rose from the crowd.

Corbin smiled. He picked up a glass of high-proof liquor from the table beside him.

"Since you've apologized, have a drink." He extended the glass toward me.

I stared at the amber liquid. I had severe stomach ulcers.

Years ago, while drinking on Emmy's behalf to help her secure investors, I'd drunk so much on her behalf that my stomach perforated. I spent an entire day and night in the emergency room fighting for my life.

Emmy had stayed beside my hospital bed for three days. She'd even slapped herself over and over, blaming herself for what happened. She'd sworn that as long as she lived, she would never let me touch another drop of alcohol.

I lifted my eyes toward her.

Emmy pressed her lips together, saying nothing.

"Don't want to drink it?" Corbin looked at her pitifully. "Emmy... does he still refuse to forgive me?"

"Drink it." Emmy's voice was ice cold. "Finish the glass, and the money will be transferred immediately."

Without further hesitation, I took the glass and downed it. The burning liquid tore down my throat and into my stomach.

A violent cough ripped from my chest. Then blood sprayed across the front of the white suit, making a starkly horrifying sight.

Gasps swept through the ballroom.

My legs gave out, and I crashed onto the floor.

Emmy's face changed instantly. She took an unconscious step toward me, her hand reaching for me.

"Grayson..."

"Ah!" Corbin suddenly clutched his chest and screamed. "Emmy! My heart hurts! I think... I think I'm coughing up blood..."

Emmy's outstretched hand froze in midair. She whipped around to see the red stain across Corbin's suit.

Just like that, she forgot I existed. She immediately called for help and ordered someone to carry him out.

"Call an ambulance! Hurry!"

The terror in her voice was unlike anything I'd ever heard.

I lay on the cold marble floor, watching her disappear without looking back.

My vision gradually blurred.

Suddenly, I felt a sense of relief.

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