Chapter 165: She Had Won
Henry didn't know what to say, his cheek stinging from Helen's slap.
He watched as she stormed away, disappearing into the crowd of students milling about the campus.
For a moment, he considered running after her, begging for forgiveness. But he knew it would be pointless.
The damage was done, and there was no undoing it.
Realising what was happening, Henry sank back onto the bench, burying his face in his hands.
Had he truly been so blind, so naive, to let someone else manipulate him like this? Or had his own insecurities been the real culprit?
Across campus, Beatrice watched him from a distance.
She saw Helen's anger, the slap, and Henry's subsequent collapse into despair.
A small satisfaction coursed through her, but it was fleeting.
The hollow ache in her chest returned, heavier than before.
Her victory wasn't sweet. It was empty…Henry wasn't hers yet.
