He hated himself. Regretted it so much. If he could turn back time, he swore he wouldn't make that stupid choice again. He would've taken Fiona and run as far as they could go, just the two of them.
Debbie let out a cold, chuckling sneer. "Carlos, do you know why Fiona never dared to tell you? Because I told her straight up-if you left me because of it, I'd drag Bruce down with me! Fiona was scared that the only piece of Bruce left in this world would disappear, so she kept it from you! Carlos, Fiona doesn't love you. The one she loves is Bruce. She kept it from you for him, not for you. It's never been about you! She's stopped loving you a long time ago. She has!"
That truth was brutal, hitting like a slap-raw and messy, finally laid bare.
But even worse than the truth was that
