Betrayal At The Altar

Chapter 4

Rachel Grey limped to the marital room she was supposed to share with Louis Smith. Staring into the empty house, she knew no one was returning to the room other than her. Her eyes fell on the sticker spelling “Happily Married” on the door. Rachel stepped toward the sticker and tore it off the door, there was no hesitation or reluctance in her action. The wedding decorations in the room got on her nerve. She pulled herself together and kept all the wedding decorations away. Everything else was packed except for the pre–wedding photograph she’d taken with Louis.

She stood there silently with her eyes fixated on the pre–wedding photograph. The pain in her eyes eventually turned into emptiness. She reached for the nearby scissors and stabbed the smiling face in the pre–wedding picture.

After cleaning up all the traces of their so–called love, Rachel sat alone on the sofa the entire day until the night had fallen. Just when she felt drowsy in a trance–like, she heard the door opening from the outside.

She would usually have a broad smile on her face, ready to greet the person coming in through the door in the past. Today, she sat on the sofa silently, and there was no smile on her face.

There was no guilt on Louis‘ face at all when he saw Rachel sitting on the sofa. Exhausted, he sat on the couch, massaging his temple as he ordered, “Pour me a glass of water.” Rachel gave him a wry smile, “Louis, let’s break up.” Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.

Her voice was firm and determined.

He stared at her, his eyes deep and unfathomable. She couldn’t tell what was playing in his mind.

Rachel let out a scornful chuckle as she stared back at him. “Why are you looking like that? Isn’t this what you’ve been looking forward to since you left me during the wedding or even since the day Olivia returned to the country?”

Louis took the pack of cigarettes from the table and habitually took one from the box. He lit it and took a deep pull of his cigarette.

After a moment of silence, he snickered, “Breaking up would be the best option for us. Your misunderstanding toward Olivia is too deep, after all. Being together with you is going to hurt Olivia even more.”

Rachel threw a glance at the man sitting before her. She did not bother to hide her sneer. “I’m curious. What else would you not do for Olivia Cruise?”

Louis extinguished the cigarette in his hand. A hint of impatience appeared between his brows. “I’ve been trying to forget about Olivia for the past three years. But this is not something that I can control. I hope you can forgive me and not blame this on Olivia. She’s innocent, after all.”

Rachel couldn’t help but guffaw after hearing these words from Louis.

They have been together for the past three years, spending most of their time together. She

tried her best to satisfy him, hoping she could one day change him with her love and that his heart would one day belong to her.

She could forgo everything for him, falling out with her family and leaving them. All he had in return was he couldn’t control his feeling for his old flame, Olivia Cruise.

Looking at Rachel, who seemed to have lost her mind, Louis frowned. A sharp pain hit his heart. “Here is 200 thousand dollars. It should be enough for you to lead a stable life in the countryside.”

Apparently, the past three years she spent with him were worth only 200 thousand dollars.

He wouldn’t have known that the 200 thousand dollars were nothing to her.

“Louis Smith, I did not stay with you because of anything you could give me. Your family’s wealth meant nothing to me, nor do I care about being Mrs. Smith.” Her face seemed laced with ice, and nothing was in her eyes except indifference and determination.

“I will not accept any form of apology and compensation from you. Remember this. There’ll never be reconciliation between us.” She got up and stood straight as she strode toward the main entrance into the house.

Watching her leaving figure, Louis felt his heart sink a little as if an anchor dragged it down. Heaving a sigh, he couldn’t help reaching out his hand.