Make Them Regret It Chapter 25
“Gia split her favorite chocolate in half for you the first time she met you.”
“I laid out my room, my jewelry, and my trust shares and told you to choose whatever you wanted.”
“You had a home.”
“You destroyed it with your own hands.”
Isabella’s mouth fell open, and tears spilled down her cheeks.
“And one more thing,” I said. “When Colton saved you on the street, it was because you told him you were a Romano.”
“The handkerchief he gave you? I embroidered it myself.”
“He only remembered you because you were connected to me.”
The color drained from Isabella’s face.
She had always believed that if I died, Colton would finally see her.
But in the end, even the moment she treasured most had been about me.
She covered her face and sobbed, her body shaking so hard she could barely breathe.
An escort came to hurry her along.
They pulled her toward the plane. Halfway there, she suddenly turned and shouted, “Blythe Romano!”
“Do you hate me?”
I thought about it.
Of course I had hated her. I had hated her enough to want to kill her with my own hands.
But now, looking at her, I felt nothing at all.
She didn’t deserve another ounce of my energy.
“No,” I said. “Go.”
The plane took off, shrinking until it was just a tiny black dot in the sky.
I turned and left, my hand tightening on the dagger at my side.