Please Let Me Go, My Contracted Ex-Husband.-Chapter 163 - - betrayal

Thinking of Vince, of Laurence, of Maureen, and of herself... her face suddenly turned pale. The fingers clutching the fax trembled uncontrollably, to the point that she could barely hold onto the thin pages.

She carefully read through the contents of the paper again. Every word and sentence on the white paper stabbed into her eyes. She desperately closed her eyes, her fragile body staggering several steps. Her waist hit the hard corner of his desk, but she didn't even feel the pain.

Suddenly, an overwhelming sense of despair flooded her. The fate of these people felt like a heavy mountain pressing down on her heart, standing between her and him, who already had a fragile relationship.

"Vince..."

It took her a long while to collect her thoughts. She muttered softly, then frantically pulled out her phone to call Vincent.

Even though she no longer had any affection or longing for Vincent, she couldn't just stand by and watch as he was ruined by them. After all, he was someone who had once given her warmth and care.

But the more anxious she became, the more her hands shook. She could barely find Vincent's number. When she finally did, her finger hesitated over the green call button. Was notifying Vincent... betraying him?

But if she didn't warn him, his life would be destroyed. Finally, she shut her eyes, gritted her teeth, and dialed Vincent's number. Her heart pounded nervously, as if it was about to leap out of her chest.

Vincent's phone rang for a long time with no answer. Cynthia's patience was running out, and just as she was about to give up, a voice with some delight came through the phone.

"Cynthia!"

"Vince, you need to be careful these days—"

She hurriedly spoke into the phone, but the office door, which had just been shut, suddenly opened. A cold voice, full of anger, entered her ears.

"What are you doing?"

She was nervously holding the fax with one hand and the phone with the other, anxiously talking, when she heard the voice and looked up in terror. There he stood, radiating an oppressive coldness by the door. She shuddered, a chill running down her spine, and both the phone and the fax slipped from her hands.

Albert slammed the door shut and strode over, picking up the fax and her phone. Vincent's voice could still be heard on the other end, calling out repeatedly with concern, "Cynthia, Cynthia, what's happening...?"

His sharp star-like eyes narrowed as they scanned the contents of the fax, then flicked to the phone still in use. His face darkened abruptly, and his eyes suddenly filled with ruthless anger, shooting a glare at her.

After a long pause, he clenched his fist. The fax was forcefully crumpled into a ball, and with a cold expression, he threw it in front of her. Veins bulged on his forehead as he demanded, "Miss Lancaster, what is this? A spy? Are you here to gather information and then warn your first love?"

Albert didn't even know what he was feeling at that moment. He only knew that the pain of betrayal shattered all his reason in an instant. All he could do was angrily spit out those harsh words; he no longer had the strength for anything else.

Just a moment ago, he had been in a hurry to attend a meeting. But when he realized he had forgotten a file, Jim volunteered to go up for him. However, he decided to go himself, hoping to catch another glimpse of her.

He opened the door and found her standing by his desk, holding a document, nervously talking on the phone. He distinctly heard her saying, "Vince, you need to be careful these days..."

At that moment, he could hear his own bones cracking, the sound of his heart shattering. Anger and despair overwhelmed him in an instant. Because of his parents, the one thing he feared, hated, and loathed the most was betrayal.

That's why he had little trust in people. For so many years, aside from a few close brothers, the only people by his side were Monica, Jim, and Lucca.

Sometimes he would ask himself why he had kept Lucca by his side for so many years. He thought the biggest reason was because she was completely devoted to him, and would never betray him.

Faced with his violent rage and fury, Cynthia was at a loss for words. She stood there with a pale face, forgetting to explain, to argue, to plead. But even if she explained, argued, or pleaded—what difference would it make? The truth was, she had indeed warned Vincent.

Her silence only deepened Albert's despair. The fact that she didn't even attempt to explain her actions was, to him, the hardest blow of all. He slammed her phone onto the ground and stepped forward, grabbing her by the collar.

"Why aren't you speaking? Aren't you always so quick with words?" he snapped.

"Albert... I..." Cynthia murmured painfully, her small hands struggling to pull at his strong arm.

Her body, already frail, felt as if it were being yanked off the ground by his forceful grip. His hand on her collar squeezed against her throat, making it hard to breathe. She could feel his body trembling with anger.

At this moment, Albert was nearing madness. Ignoring her discomfort, he shook her thin body violently, almost as if he wanted to tear her apart.

"The Laurence family is already in ruins, and now you're warning Vincent? Cynthia, are you trying to destroy me completely?"

How could she be so heartless? How could she be so cruel? He had never been so invested in any woman before. He thought she loved him, and no matter what he did, she would always stand by him.

Even when she had unknowingly ruined his plan for revenge against Robin, he hadn't blamed her. He had thought that she was innocent and that those who didn't know weren't at fault.

But now, after knowing that his plan was to destroy these three families, she still chose to side with Vincent. How could he not feel devastated? How could he not feel heartbroken?

Was this how her love manifested? A betrayal so merciless?

His heart-wrenching shout made Cynthia instantly give up all struggle. A layer of despair quickly clouded her eyes, and the deep pain in her heart spread once again. Haha, so he really was blaming her! Blaming her for saving Robin that day and ruining his plan for revenge!

But were those hatreds really that important to him? Were they so important that he would resort to despicable means to hurt innocent people? Were they so important that he would risk everything, even resorting to gunfire to kill someone?

Once he became entangled in that hatred, he suddenly transformed into a ruthless and bloodthirsty demon. He was no longer the Albert she loved—though awkward, yet adorable; though domineering, yet caring; always bringing her warmth and protection.

She didn't understand how such a good love, such a marriage, could have been turned into this by both of them.

Thinking of this, she looked at him with a sense of despair, a bitter smile tugging at the corners of her mouth as she softly spoke,

"Albert, can't you let go of that hatred? If this cycle of revenge continues, when will it ever end?"

"Let go?"

A storm gathered on his face once again because of her words. He glared at her, bloodshot eyes staring for a long time. He sneered, roughly shoving her away, unable to control his anger as he yelled,

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"Cynthia, do you think it's so easy? You're not me! You have no idea how many hardships and twists I've endured! The kind of despair and pain of losing everything in one night, you've never experienced it. What right do you have to tell me to let go of my hatred?"