The Love I Begged For Was Never Real novel Chapter 362

Julian thrust a finger toward the closed emergency room doors, his voice lashing out like a whip.

"You swore up and down that as long as you were around, not a single soul in The Metropolis would dare touch a hair on her head. You guarded against me at every turn, locking Giselle away in your territory."

"And the result? You couldn't even keep a leash on your crazy, jealous wife!"

Julian lunged forward and grabbed Gideon by the lapels of his suit. The veins on Julian's hands bulged, and the madness behind his glasses screamed of a man ready to drag them both into hell.

Tears spilled furiously from Julian's eyes. His voice shattered under the weight of sheer agony, echoing hysterically through the empty corridor.

"You let Nora put on her little act right in front of you. You let her use those cheap texts to lure Giselle to the roof! Now Giselle is dead! She's lying in there as a cold corpse! Are you satisfied?! You kept your precious Mrs. Hayes, but you cost the life of the person I loved most!!"

Every single accusation stabbed into Gideon's violently battered heart like jagged glass.

It was true. Giselle went up to that roof alone because of Nora's text.

He had misplaced his trust in Nora.

He thought that even if Nora had her petty schemes, she would never dare inflict real physical harm on Giselle.

If he hadn't stepped away from her in the banquet hall to confirm the fireworks schedule, if he hadn't allowed this malicious woman to remain under his roof.

Giselle would still be wearing The Radiance, celebrating her birthday surrounded by the elite of the city.

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