Memories have dried up my true feelings

The next day, seismic tremors rocked Riverbend's business community.

Without warning, Kimberly's multinational conglomerate, Genesis Capital, announced a comprehensive assault on every one of Betty's Family Group's operations.

The news sent the Betty family's stock into a nosedive, erasing nearly three billion in market value before the closing bell.

Every company with an eye on partnering with the Betty family chose to wait and see; those with existing contracts began scrambling for excuses to tear them up.

The Betty family was in chaos.

I watched it all unfold from my hospital bed, the financial news flashing across the screen.

Beside me, Kimberly peeled an apple with serene detachment. "Consider this just the appetizer," she said. "The Betty family's foundation was hollowed out long ago. They're a rotten shell now. One good shove, and the whole structure comes down. Within a month, there will be no Betty family left in Riverbend."

Her tone was as casual as if she were discussing the weather, yet the absolute confidence in her control of the situation filled me with a profound sense of security.

"Thank you, Kimberly," I said, and meant it.

She handed me the peeled apple. My own reflection was clear in her cool eyes. "Don't thank me. I'm just helping you take back what was always yours."

I was about to say more when the hospital room door burst open violently.

Betty stormed in like a whirlwind. She looked haggard—hair a mess, eyes bloodshot—a far cry from the untouchable goddess she pretended to be.

"Roger!" She rushed to my bedside, grabbing my arm, her voice a hysterical shriek. "It was you, wasn't it? You told Kimberly to destroy my family! How could you be so heartless? Were all those years between us just a lie?"

I watched her coldly, not pulling my arm away, letting her nails dig into my skin.

"Feelings?" I echoed. "Betty, are you even qualified to talk to me about feelings? Did you think of feelings when you tricked me out of a kidney? Or when you killed my mother?"

My words hit like a knockout punch.

All the color drained from her face. She swayed, staring at me in disbelief, her lips trembling. "You... how could you know..."

"What's done in the dark always comes to light."

Kimberly, silent until now, stood up. She stepped in front of me, shielding me, and looked down at Betty with ice-cold eyes. "Miss Betty, I suggest you leave. Now. Otherwise, I can't guarantee my security won't throw you out the window."

"Kimberly! You bitch!" Betty, provoked beyond reason, lunged at her like a madwoman. "This is all you! You seduced Roger! You ruined everything!"

Kimberly sidestepped neatly and delivered a stinging slap across Betty's face.

*Smack!*

The sound cracked through the sterile room.

Betty stumbled from the force, collapsing to the floor. Clutching her cheek, she looked utterly stunned.

"That slap," Kimberly said, shaking out her hand, her voice frosty, "was for Roger. The game has only just begun, Betty. Enjoy the ride."

Looking utterly broken, Betty was hauled away by security who had arrived at the commotion.

Silence settled back over the room.

Kimberly returned to the seat beside me. Noticing the red marks Betty's nails had left on my arm, her brow furrowed slightly. She took a tube of ointment from the bedside table and began applying it in silence.

Her movements were gentle, almost careful.

Watching her focused profile, a tumult of emotions churned inside me.

Kimberly and I had been engaged once.

It was arranged by my mother when she was still alive.

But back then, my heart and eyes held only Betty. I'd resented that business-alliance marriage with every fiber of my being.

At the engagement party, I’d even publicly humiliated Kimberly and her family, calling off the engagement on the spot to run after Betty.

Yet she never blamed me.

Three years ago, when I was at my lowest—kicked out of my own family's company—she found me. "Roger," she’d said, "if you just say the word, I'll marry you anytime."

I refused.

I took Betty and left for another city, determined to prove my choice had been right.

I couldn't have been more wrong.

"Kimberly," I said, my throat tight. "I'm sorry."

That apology was years too late.

Her hand, applying the ointment, paused for a fraction of a second before resuming. She didn't look at me, her voice quiet. "Let's not talk about the past. We have to look forward now."

The more detached and unbothered she seemed, the heavier the guilt weighed on me.

Just then, another knock sounded at the door.

This time, two police officers entered.

"Mr. Roger," the lead officer said in an official tone. "Regarding the assault case from the night before last, we've apprehended the suspects. They've confessed they were hired."

My heart jumped. "By who?"

"Albert."