Hannah rushed to the school, wearing oversized sunglasses and a scarf covering her mouth, making it difficult for anyone to recognize her.
Finally, she spotted Brandon leaving the school and quickly intercepted him.
Brandon was so familiar with Hannah that he could recognize her from just a glimpse of her silhouette.
"Brandon, get in my car," she said quietly.
Brandon frowned, concealing the disgust in his eyes. "There’s nothing for us to talk about."
"Fine. If you walk away now, I’ll make sure everyone knows about our little affair. Let’s see who else hasn’t heard of your scandalous reputation!" Hannah sneered, her hand clenched into a fist. How dare this man not even want to speak to her anymore!
Reluctantly, Brandon followed Hannah and got into her car.
Hannah drove to a nearby abandoned area, and Brandon remained silent the entire ti.
"Tell , why did you block ? Brandon, what did I do wrong for you to treat like this?" Hannah’s eyes glistened with tears as she anxiously looked at Brandon. There was a ti when she had considered leaving this man to pursue Eric.
Back then, Eric’s appearance had made her despise Brandon’s diocrity and incompetence.
But now, with nothing left, Brandon was all she had to hold on to.
"Hannah, I’m sorry. Let’s break up. We’re just not right for each other." Brandon looked into her tear-filled eyes with a cold, detached expression, feeling no pity whatsoever.
Perhaps he had learned too much—too much about the cruel heart hidden beneath Hannah’s beautiful exterior. He could no longer love her.
A man can be drawn to a woman for her looks, and even fall in love. But once he becos too familiar, if that woman lacks depth, a man will inevitably grow tired of her.
"What are you saying? Brandon, are you joking?"
"I’m not joking, Hannah. We’re really not right for each other. Every day, listening to you curse Ella, scheming to trap her, it chills my heart! If one day soone else loves you more than I do, or if you find a man better than , would you treat the sa way?"
Brandon’s tone was icy, and Hannah sat there in shock, tears slowly trickling down her face.
How could this man say such things about her? Didn’t he love her deeply before? Hannah looked at Brandon’s cold face in despair, and the tears flowed even more freely.
But the man remained unmoved. "Hannah, you’ll find soone better, and as for , I no longer love you. I hope you find a better place for yourself."
Hannah shook her head, desperately grabbing Brandon’s hand. "No... Brandon, no! Have you forgotten all the happy tis we had? I gave you everything a woman has to offer—the first ti... it was all yours! Didn’t you say you would love forever? Why are you going back on your word so quickly?"
Brandon’s face darkened, not expecting the once-proud Hannah to cling to him so desperately.
He sighed heavily, forcefully pulling his hand away from hers. "Hannah! Wake up. I will never love you again! It’s not because I’ve fallen for Ella... it’s because you’re willing to do anything to achieve your goals, regardless of the cost! You were even willing to be with Mr. Taylor in that VIP room..."
"That was... that was him forcing !"
Hannah hurriedly tried to defend herself.
"Hannah, if you didn’t want to go in with him, would he have really forced you? It was clearly what you wanted, wasn’t it?"
Brandon’s eyes were colder than ever, and he let out a sarcastic laugh. "Don’t take for a fool. If you can be so ruthless to your own half-sister, how can I be sure that one day... you won’t be like your mother and try to poison too?"
"What did you just say?" Hannah scread. "Why are you bringing my mother into this? This is between the two of us!"
"Like mother, like daughter! Your mother poisoned Ella’s mom to death, and your heart is no better than hers!"
Smack!
In a fit of rage, Hannah slapped Brandon hard across the face.
Brandon held his stinging cheek, his expression cold and full of contempt. Any trace of tenderness or pity he once had for her was long gone.
Hannah gasped for breath, tears streaming down her face as she cried, "Brandon! I didn’t... I didn’t an to hit you. Please don’t bla , please! My mother did those terrible things, but that was her choice; it has nothing to do with !"
"You tried to drug and harm Ella too, didn’t you? Hannah, whatever connection we had ends here. Don’t co looking for again!"
Brandon opened the car door and stepped out, striding away without looking back.
Hannah quickly jumped out of the car, running after him and grabbing his hand. "Brandon, please don’t do this... don’t abandon like this! I may have nothing now, but in the future... I promise I’ll have everything! Brandon... please!"
Brandon shook her hand off without a word and continued walking toward the road.
Hannah tried to catch up several tis, but each ti he pushed her away. The last ti, he shoved her hard enough that she lost her balance and fell into the ground.
"Brandon... why are you doing this to ? Why... is life so bicthunfair to ! You’re only leaving because you’ve fallen for that bitch..."
As Hannah sobbed, Brandon walked away, never once glancing back.
Just then, a mocking voice cut through the air. "Hah, Hannah, looks like you’re finally getting what you deserve!"
Hannah lifted her tear-streaked face to see Lily approaching from the side.
Lily had seen Brandon get into a car with a woman as she left the school and had followed to see what was going on. She hadn’t expected to witness the scene of Brandon dumping Hannah, and it thrilled her to no end!
Ignoring Lily’s taunts, Hannah slowly got up, wiped away her tears, and walked back to her car.
"Hannah! You’re just getting what’s coming to you! My biggest regret in life was being your pawn in plotting against Ella, losing everything in the process... Hahaha, Hannah, this is just the beginning of your payback!"
Lily’s laughter was filled with bitterness and malice as Hannah silently drove away.
Even as her car sped far away, Hannah could still hear the echo of Lily’s mocking, piercing laughter.
Hannah’s chest heaved with emotion, and the tears started falling again in large, hot drops.
"Lily! Ella! I won’t stop until one of us is dead!"
The weather quickly turned cold, and before long, Christmas will be here.
Over the past few months, Leah and the others had been unusually quiet. Even Rachel, who usually played the innocent white lotus, had been keeping a low profile, as if she had finally learned her lesson.
But Ella had a feeling that Rachel and the others were rely waiting for the perfect mont to strike.
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