My Fiancée Betrayed Me, Not Knowing I’m the Heir

I looked at him coldly. “Of course, I know what I’m doing. I’m teaching a lesson to someone who made a mistake but still refuses to take responsibility.”

“You! Do you even know who I am?” Reid yelled.

I gave a faint smile. “I don’t care who you are. To me, you’re nothing.”

Just then, Dahlia walked in. When she saw Reid’s messy appearance, her face instantly darkened.

Ignoring me completely, she hurried over to him, holding his face with both hands, her eyes filled with worry as she checked him over.

“Reid, are you alright? Does it hurt anywhere?”

That soft, gentle tone, she had never once spoken to me like that. Even when I had a fever, all she said was, “Drink more hot water.”

Reid looked up at her with tears in his eyes and said in a trembling voice, “Dahlia, my face hurts so much. Did Weston really want to ruin my face?”

Then, without warning, he buried himself in Dahlia’s arms.

Dahlia froze for a second, and to my disbelief, a flicker of happiness appeared on her face.

She quickly reached out and hugged him tightly in return, and the two of them looked almost like lovers.

Dahlia turned toward me and shouted, “Weston! Are you out of your mind? Apologize to Reid right now!”

I stood still, staring at her coldly. “Dahlia, he’s the one who poured water on me first. Why should I be the one to apologize?”

Her anger grew even stronger. She pointed at me, her voice rising as she yelled, “You hurt Reid, and you still dare talk back?! I must have been blind to ever fall for such a heartless man like you!”

Heartless?

So, in her heart, she had already decided long ago that I was just in her way.

At that moment, I felt both relieved and disappointed, relieved that I had never told her who I really was, and disappointed that I had once believed in her.

When we were together, I had only said my family was normal, letting her think I was just an ordinary second-generation rich kid. That was the only reason I got to see her true nature.

What I regretted was that before leaving for my studies abroad, I had even recommended her to my mother to be the branch manager.

Back then, I had sworn to my mom over and over that Dahlia was capable and trustworthy, but looking back now, it felt like a slap in the face.

“In that case, Dahlia, we’re done.”

After saying that, I stood up to leave. But Dahlia grabbed my arm angrily and snatched the compensation agreement from the table.

“Weston, trying to pull tricks on me? You think I’ll be scared? I’m telling you, you splashed Reid, this won’t end here! And this agreement, if you don’t sign it, you’re not leaving today!”

Maybe it was because of the ice water earlier, but my head was pounding. Feeling too tired to argue with her, I reached for the agreement, signed my name at the bottom, and tossed it back at her.

Dahlia clearly hadn’t expected me to give in so easily. She froze for a few seconds before quickly bending down to pick the paper off the floor.

Just as I stepped into the elevator, I heard Dahlia’s angry voice shouting behind me, “Weston! How dare you sign Reid’s name! Get back here!”

The elevator doors closed slowly, cutting off her furious yelling.

When I reached downstairs, the family car was already waiting. I got in, leaned tiredly against the seat, and said to the driver, “Go home.”

Spencer Payne, who had served my family for thirty years, nodded and drove away calmly.

My head ached, and I closed my eyes, drifting off to sleep. When I opened them again, the car wasn’t anywhere near home; we were parked in front of a five-star hotel.

Spencer had been with my family for so long that I trusted him completely. That was why I could fall asleep so easily while he drove.