THE BILLIONAIRE STILL WANTS HER!
Chapter 168: You know what...

Chapter 168: You know what...

"You know, the moment you came back, I really thought you were going to be better. I was scared of you finding out about the baby because I didn’t want my heart to break. I didn’t want to feel like I was making the wrong decision." She paused, as if gathering her thoughts, before continuing. "A few months ago, I couldn’t help but wonder... had I ever made the right decision by deciding to sleep with you? The time we both consummated..."

With a fierce determination etched onto her face, Angel’s fingers dug into the fabric of Tryson’s collar, the knuckles white against the material as her unwavering gaze locked onto his eyes, searching for any flicker of remorse or deception.

She had grabbed him once again this time, looking fearless.

The possessive clench of her hand was a stark, undeniable message, a silent promise of the emotional storm about to break, a tempest that had been gathering force within her since the crushing moment she had finally pieced together the horrifying truth of who had stolen her mother away.

Her voice, though trembling slightly with suppressed fury, cut through the tense air.

"You know, Tryson, there’s a particular kind of agonizing betrayal that cuts a woman to her core, the kind where she pours her trust, her very belief, into someone, only to have that person shatter into the monstrous figure of her worst nightmare. Doesn’t the weight of that realization even begin to trouble your conscience?"

Tryson could only offer a defeated silence, his gaze falling to the floor as a wave of profound shame washed over him, making him feel utterly unworthy of meeting the fiery intensity in her eyes.

He understood, with a sinking feeling, that flimsy excuses would never bridge the chasm of her pain; he had to brace himself for the full, raw force of her anger.

"Still choosing silence, are you?" Angel pressed, her voice laced with a raw urgency. "I need to know, Tryson. What vile motive, what twisted justification could have driven the person responsible for tearing my mother from this world to commit such an unspeakable act?"

She paused, her eyes never leaving his, a visible tremor running through her as she fought back the tears that threatened to drown her.

The mere thought of her mother, the irreplaceable presence now lost forever, sent a fresh wave of grief crashing against the walls of her heart.

The chilling reality of having unknowingly shared moments, perhaps even confidences, with those connected to her mother’s demise was a suffocating weight, a burden of regret that made her yearn to rewind time, to erase every interaction tainted by this horrifying secret.

"It... it was a game," Tryson finally managed to stammer, the words wrenched from him as he finally lifted his gaze, meeting the burning intensity of Angel’s stare with a flicker of fear.

A harsh, disbelieving scoff tore from Angel’s throat, her lips twitching in a mixture of shock and agonizing disbelief.

"A game?" she repeated, the single word laced with such profound heartbreak that it hung in the air like a shattered promise.

Tryson held her gaze for a fleeting moment before slowly, deliberately shaking his head.

"It seems you didn’t quite hear what I just said," he corrected softly, though his words did little to soften the sharp frown that creased Angel’s brow.

"Didn’t hear?" she repeated, her voice rising with a dangerous edge. "Are you suggesting I somehow misheard the part where you all treated my life, my entire existence, as some trivial pastime? Is that what you’re implying?"

"No, Angel," Tryson insisted, his voice strained. "It wasn’t your life that was the game, but the intricate and dangerous game of power and honor that we were all entangled in."

"And let me take a guess," Angel retorted, her voice dripping with bitter sarcasm, "this grand, elaborate game was one you all fought so fiercely for, just to grasp something you already possessed. Honestly, Tryson, what in the world could I have possibly offered any of you?"

"I... I don’t know everything, Angel," Tryson confessed, his gaze momentarily losing its intensity. "But I saw the way my father looked at you, a profound admiration, a burning respect that I envied deeply. I couldn’t bear to simply let that go, to see that light extinguished. Joining this... this game... was my desperate attempt to somehow earn that same regard."

"Did it ever, even for a single moment, occur to you," Angel asked, her voice now dangerously low and laced with pain, "that your selfish pursuit might inflict unbearable hurt?"

"You know how deeply I care for you, Angel," Tryson pleaded, his eyes filled with a desperate sincerity.

"I desperately wish I did know that, Tryson," she countered, her gaze unwavering. "Because someone who truly cares would instinctively protect, not deliberately deceive and endanger."

"And that’s precisely what I believed I was doing, Angel," Tryson insisted, his voice tight with conviction.

"How, Tryson? How could you possibly twist your actions into protection?" Angel challenged, her eyes boring into his, and in that instant, she saw a flicker of uncertainty cross his face, a subtle hesitation that spoke volumes about the shaky foundation of his justifications.

A slow, chilling understanding dawned in Angel’s eyes. "Oh right," she said, the heavy silence that followed amplifying the unspoken truths. "You don’t actually have a believable answer, do you?" The resentment in her voice was a tangible thing.

"I protected you in ways you can’t possibly comprehend, Angel, regardless of what you might think now," Tryson stated firmly, a desperate plea in his voice. "Nothing can ever erase that truth."

The tension in the air remained thick even as Angel finally released her grip on his collar, a small, enigmatic smile playing on her lips as she continued to study him, her eyes holding a complex mixture of pain, suspicion, and a flicker of something akin to reluctant curiosity.

It was as if the next words she was about to speak were caught in her throat, battling their way free.

"You know what, Tryson," she began softly, her gaze unwavering, "the very reason I decided to pursue this, to dig deeper into this whole nightmare, is because I sense there’s a much larger, more intricate story you’re still keeping from me. There are still too many shadows, too many unanswered questions."

"Angel, I swear, I’ve laid everything bare," Tryson insisted, his voice laced with a weary desperation as he watched her slowly shake her head, unconvinced.

"Listen carefully, Tryson," she continued, her voice gaining a new resolve. "Consider this: if you were standing at the precipice of those same choices again, knowing the devastating consequences that have unfolded, what path would you truly choose? Would you still blindly chase your so-called father’s fleeting approval, even if it meant shattering my family and my life beyond repair?"

A profound silence descended upon the room, heavy with unspoken accusations and the palpable anticipation of a damning confession.

"And besides all of this," she added, her eyes narrowing with a sharp intensity, "let’s cut through the lies and the games, shall we? Just tell me, plainly and truthfully, who was ultimately responsible for my mother’s death?"

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