Chapter 486: Resent Reject, Regret By Aqua Summers Chapter 487

Chapter 487 That’d Be Degrading to You The woman was doing a crappy job of hiding her lack of confidence. “We’re not, like, speaking anymore!”

“But you didn’t say the two of you are divorced, did you? Why wouldn’t you answer the question?”

The woman’s indignance turned into rage. “Who the f*ck are you? Why are you getting in between our business?”

“No, Miss McKinnon’s completely right.” Hoyt suddenly spoke up. Frigidness had shadowed his face.”

Selma, are you and Mr. Sach split?”

Selma could not answer him. As her silence grew, Hoyt’s cold suspicion turned into a scowl undergirded by quiet disappointment. “Now, what? You just want to have it both ways, don’t you? Make me your side- chick, or whatever the h*ll you call it?” 1 “I’m not trying to make you a side-anything!”

“Then explain why you’re asking us to start over when you’re not completely split from Mr. Sach!”

“I just want to be with you, okay?” Selma cried in frustration. Her eyes were red. “Yes, we aren’t divorced, so what? We were supposed to be together! The thing that stopped us was your poverty. My parents wouldn’t let me marry you because you’re poor, so we didn’t!

“Do you really think I’m happy to be some 50-year-old man’s wife!? If only you could be an entrepreneur, industrialist, or…”

Η She burst into frantic tears. Hoyt’s indignance and ire slowly subsided into helpless guilt. “Look, I’m sorry I wasn’t a better man for you. But all that is in the past now, okay? The only thing we should do now is to look forward and move on.”

“You’re asking me… to move on? Why, because of her!?” She snapped, exasperated, and trained a finger at Deirdre. “You’re unbelievable! Did she charm you with voodoo, or are you that down-bad, huh? You’re not honestly thinking I’m anywhere lesser than her, are you!?”

“Enough, Selma!” Hoyt cast his eyes to the floor. “You don’t understand. I think… I think we should never see each other again.”

Selma showed no sign of backing down or disengaging. She was about to throw another tantrum when Deirdre suddenly broke her own silence. “Excuse me, but where were you when Hoyt was kneeling outside your house that day and night?”

The young woman froze.

“You must have been at home when it happened, right? Maybe even in the living room, watching him scraping his knees outside, waiting and waiting for you to come to see him. You saw him faint from fatigue and didn’t even feel anything about it.

Then, when Hoyt finally gave up, you got to marry the wealthy man just as your parents wanted you to.

In other words, you’re the one who gave up on him, not the other way around. So, why are you pretending that he was the one who abandoned you?”

Selma’s expression darkened. “The f*ck do you know!? If it weren’t for-”

“For him being poor, you mean?” Deirdre cast her eyes low to the floor. “I get it. His financial status isn’t the best. But you know he has the capability to provide you a decent, happy life. It was your greed that killed this relationship. Your insatiable greed. You’re the one who wanted to be a rich man’s wife, so don’t blame it on him at all.

“And now, you feel lonely and ignored. Suddenly, you want him to start an affair with you if it means someone will love you. Don’t you see? You’re degrading yourself. You’re degrading the love between the two of you.”

Selma’s eyes were beet red. Livid, she raised her hand. “How dare you, b*tch!?”

Hoyt caught her wrist in mid-air.

“Hoyt?”

He took a deep breath. “Don’t, Selma. Stop embarrassing yourself already.”

“What the hell are you saying?”

“Were you at home? That day when I was outside. Were you?”

Selma’s eyes shifted. “I was locked inside.”

“But then again, while I was lying in the hospital for a week, you never came to see me.”

“I…I wanted to, okay? But… But I…”

She could not even finish her own sentence, so Hoyt said the quiet part aloud for her, “You were afraid that I’d hold onto you and tell you to stay with me? Afraid that I’d hinder your life as a wealthy man’s wife? Was that it?”

Selma’s silence was deafening.

Weariness settled deep into Hoyt’s bones. “Selma, I know how much you went through when you were with me. For that, I’m always thankful. I felt indebted and guilty to the young woman you used to be for falling short of your standards.

“If you’re coming to me for help, and it’s something I can provide, then I’ll do what I can. But you’re asking me to rekindle our past relationship… Then, let’s never see each other again.”