The truth was—Owen had never truly loved Abigail.
Not in the way Damien did, the easy life that came with being tied to her name.
It was never about the heart, It was always about survival.
And when the offer came—When Penelope whispered promises of even greater wealth and power if he walked away—When betrayal seemed like the only road forward—
He took it, he took it without thinking twice.
Now, standing here, tangled in the mess he had helped create,
Owen could feel the walls closing in, He didn't want Abigail back.
He didn't even want to fight for pride anymore.
He just wanted the money Penelope promised him—the payoff for his betrayal—so he could leave this toxic web behind, and forge a new life far away from Abigail, Damien, Jerry, and all the chaos that surrounded them.
He just needed to hold on a little longer, Just long enough to get what he was owed.
At that moment, without wasting any more time, Abigail turned slightly toward Damien.
