Monica stormed into the Coles mansion, her anger and hurt evident on her face. She had just been left at the altar by Chase, and she demanded answers.
“How could you do this to me, Chase? How could you just leave me like that?”
Chase, who had also just returned home, stood his ground, his expression unyielding.
“I didn’t want to marry you, Monica. I was only doing it for Austin, but I realised I couldn’t go through with it.”
Monica’s eyes widened in disbelief, her voice shaking with emotion.
“You didn’t want to marry me? But why? I thought we loved each other.”
Chase sighed, his tone detached.
“We don’t love each other, Monica. We never have. I was just trying to do the right thing for my son.”
Monica’s face contorted in pain, her body shaking with sobs.
“But I loved you, Cha
