Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Aubree frowned slightly at the sight of Tessa's distress but held her tongue.

Just then, the dressing room door swung open, and in walked Brielle, with two bodyguards Max had sent to protect her trailing behind.

Brielle sniffed the air, detecting the chaos, and took in the sight of the two injured individuals sprawled on the floor. She didn't linger on their injuries, though. She went straight to Aubree, ensuring she was unharmed before finally relaxing. "She's going to rot in a cell for life," Brielle declared with conviction.

Andrew spoke up then, his voice hoarse with emotion. He reached for Aubree's hand but stopped short at the slight furrow in her brow, as if an invisible force had frozen him in place. His words were enough to drive Tessa into madness. Tessa's laughter grew wilder, a mix of sobs and cackles as she clawed at her own wounds in a twisted act of revenge.

"I don't believe it. I refuse to believe you don't care about me," she wailed. "Look at me, I'm hurt-I'm really hurt."

Aubree raised an eyebrow, her stomach churning at the gory scene before her. She'd been nauseous many times recently, possibly a response to the traumatic image that haunted her solitude. Subconsciously, she touched her lips where a tooth had been chipped-now patched up but never truly healed. The incident lingered like a thorn in her side; the pain had faded to mere discomfort, replaced by a sickening feeling she had hoped would vanish. But the thorn had not disappeared; it had grown into a bone within her, an indelible part of her being.

Brielle positioned herself protectively in front of Aubree, her disdain for Andrew palpable. "Can you please take your wife away?" she asked, the word 'wife' slicing through the air like a knife into Andrew's heart.

Tessa's laughter stopped abruptly, her gaze locking onto Brielle with fierce intensity. "Don't you gloat, Brielle. You'll burn in hell! Max doesn't truly fancy you. Hah, just you wait, your days of suffering are still ahead! Everyone will burn in hell! Everyone!"

After the police escorted Tessa

away, her screams filled the air as

she clung to a pillar, refusing to leave. Brielle Couldn't help but think that Tessa had truly lost her mind, descending into the depths of madness. Feeling Aubree's hand her waist, Brielle knew the ordeal had shaken her. Aubree herself was visibly queasy. She looked up to see Andrew removing his charred jacket, revealing a grotesque scar on his back the size of a hand. Yet, Aubree felt nothing for the man. It was his comeuppance for the messes he'd made, the emotional debts he'd incurred.

Taking a deep breath, Aubree's gaze hardened. "Why are you still here? Get lost."

Andrew opened his mouth to speak but found himself wordless. Brielle chuckled, "Mr. Clements, you sure have a cold heart when it comes to your ladies." Anyone could see

Andrew's ruthless nature: eet

he had

hurt Aubree and now Tessa, Both women who had loved him. Aubree had moved on, but Tessa had lost her sanity.

Andrew looked down, "I'll file for divorce shortly." His voice carried no hint of pity for Tessa. He didn't understand how someone could change so drastically. TessaOriginal from NôvelDrama.Org.

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"Aubree," he called out, wanting to ensure she was alright, but she had already turned away, pulling Brielle along with her.

The scene was cleared, and Andrew, his lashes quivering, pulled out his phone to draft the divorce papers. When the document was placed before Tessa, she stared at it blankly before bursting into hysterical laughter. "I won't sign it! Even in death, I won't!"

The person enforcing her signature was relentless, forcibly bending her hand to make her sign. Tears streamed down Tessa's cheeks, her bones popping out of place under the pressure.

"It hurts! Andrew, save me..." Even now, Andrew was all she could think about. Indifferent to her pleas, Andrew stood at a distance, silent.

Only after two fingers were broken did Tessa finally sign her name. Clutching the arm of the officer beside her, she pleaded, "Bring Andrew to me. He said he'd marry me. Andrew loves me the most, he's the kindest to me."

In the fantasy she had spun for herself, Andrew's love was undying. So she clung to the laughter, to the dream of their wedding day, unwilling to wake from the illusion she cherished.