The Broken-hearted She And The Icy He (Lily and John) novel Chapter 508

Chapter 508 The Lies Unravel

Chapter 508 The Lies Unravel

But before John could shout a word, the scarred man sneered viciously.

“Slut. Didn’t expect me to come back alive, did you?”

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“Didn’t expect that while I was recovering, you’d plant such a massive green hat on me!”

“And that John–what a pathetic fool!”

John froze where he stood, his foot lifted but unable to move forward, his body petrified like stone.

The man’s words poured over him like ice.

Elsa had said she loved only him. That she’d been forced overseas, torn from him against her will. That she’d suffered alone, endured so much pain that she’d fallen ill with late–stage stomach cancer.

She had sworn she had spent those years in misery, pining for him, dreaming only of reunion.

But this man’s mocking laughter cut those illusions to shreds.

She hadn’t been alone at all. She had married him–climbed into his bed without hesitation, chasing wealth and status.

All the while, John had pitied her, cherished her lies as though they were truths. And in that pity, he had lost the one woman who had given him her whole heart.

Pain. Regret. Shame.

Emotions crashed through him like a tidal wave, drowning his chest, scorching his soul. It was as if he had fallen into an endless hell, unable to live, unable to die.

The liar he had treasured/

The woman who had loved him truly, he had betrayed.

What had he done?

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Chapter 508 The Lies Unravel

His thoughts spiraled in torment when Elsa’s choked voice broke through.

“Hudson, you lunatic, let me go!”

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Hudson–her husband–was no man but a monster. Violent, bloodthirsty, twisted. Every time he touched her, it was with cruelty, leaving her battered and bleeding.

Even their wedding night had ended with her too broken to leave bed for days.

Four years of marriage, and she had lived marked with bruises and scars, her body never free from pain.

Now, as his hands crushed her throat, the terror of those years surged back like a tide, suffocating her.

She knew with chilling certainty–this devil could kill her.

Clawing at his wrists, she rasped desperately, “John still cares for me! I’m still Simon’s savior! Hudson, John and Simon’s power isn’t beneath yours. If anything happens to me, they’ll destroy you!”

“Hah! Threatening me?”

Hudson laughed, a sound cold enough to freeze the air. He loathed threats above all else.

That Elsa, once so meek, would dare bare her teeth at him–it amused him, made his smile even crueller.

His pale blue–ringed pupils locked on her with bone–chilling malice, as if he weren’t holding a living woman, but a corpse with no worth.

He squeezed harder, his laughter ringing with mockery.

“John… hah!”

“I heard you came back and suddenly claimed you had late–stage stomach cancer,

you were dying?”

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“Tell me what would that fool John do if he learned your grand performance, your supposed death sentence, was nothing but an act? Would he still cradle you like a treasure, still throw his life away for you?”

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What?

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John’s eyes flew wide, blood vessels bursting red across them like cracks in glass.

Elsa’s cancer… an act?

His gut screamed the truth–this wasn’t a bluff.

She had lied.

If Elsa had never loved him, if her “illness” had been fabricated, then what had he done?

He had staged a wedding for her, handed her Lily’s hand–sewn gown, her parents‘ heirloom, and the ring carved with their initials–everything meant for Lily, all to appease a fraud.

He had trampled Lily’s love, her pain, for the sake of a selfish, deceitful woman.

“Don’t you dare!”

Elsa’s eyes flickered wildly.

Simon knew her illness was a lie, but he had always protected her. With her tears, she had made him swear to keep her secret from John.

She did care for John—at least a little.

And now, with him already turning cold, already pulling away, she couldn’t bear to imagine his face if he learned the truth–that her “love,” her “last wish,” her “suffering” had been nothing but performance.

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