Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO novel Chapter 183

Panic surged through Delyth’s nerves, but she forced herself to remain calm. Fixing her wide, teary eyes at Ryan, she whispered, "Do you think I am fooling you, Ryan? If I were fooling you, do you think I have ended up on the hospital bed like this? How can you even think of me like that?"

Ryan’s jaws tightened, as his gaze darkened. "Don’t play the victim card, Delyth," she snapped. "This isn’t about your current state or your injuries. It’s about the truth. And I know what you have done," he said as he stepped back, leaving her arms.

"Truth?" Delyth repeated, keeping her teary eyes still at him. "And what do you think is the truth, Ryan?"

The tears in her eyes were making Ryan feel guilty. He never knew why her tears held such effect on him —maybe because she was Zeke’s sister and they looked very similar. But he can’t let her emotions cloud his judgement now. Not again.

Holding his resolve firm, he said, "You shared an image with Arwen. An image meant to make her believe we are something we are not." _{frёewebηovel.cѳm}

"Didn’t you do that same, Ryan?" she asked back. "You publicly made a statement saying that you once had feelings for me. Did you think that would make her misinterpret us as well?"

Ryan’s brows furrowed, taken aback. Yes, his action was also misinterpreting, but when deciding on it he never thought about it. He just wanted to help Delyth at that time. He owed Zeke a big time. How could he let his sister suffer like that?

"Delyth, you know that was to help you." His voice softened for a moment, but it turned sharp again. "You know very well that I have never harbored those kinds of feelings for you —not even when I went on my knees and proposed to you. That, too, was because you asked me to. You wanted to stop other guys in the university from pursuing you, and I helped you because you were Zeke’s sister. I owed him, I can’t refuse you, not when it was within my capabilities."

Every word cut into Delyth like shards of glass, but they were the truths that she had known all along. Her fingers clenched on the sheets, as she swallowed the sting of humiliation. "I know Ryan. I am not blaming you for that. Instead, I am grateful that you help. I am just saying … one picture wouldn’t make Arwen misunderstand us, why are you blaming me alone when you share the equal part of the blame."

"That’s because it was only after seeing the picture, that she broke up with me," Ryan’s voice rose, frustration spilling over. "You made her break up. I never knew you were so —"

Before he could finish, Delyth pushed him with all her strength, her voice shaking with rage. "I said I didn’t do it, Ryan! I didn’t!"

Ryan stumbled slightly, his gaze hardening further. But Delyth refused to falter under his intimidating presence. Taking a deep breath, she steadied herself and said, "How could you blame me for something, I didn’t do, Ryan? Did you forget that day? I woke up after you. I was lying there unconscious, as confused as you were. I also didn’t know how I ended up there on the bed with you. How could I have snapped our pictures and sent them to Arwen? I never knew such a picture even existed until today!"