Love and Devotion No Longer His to Claim (Angela and Dexter) novel Chapter 338

"That's right. I simply wanted to get back at you, but with how thick-skinned you are, ordinary tricks don't work on you. So I had to target your weakness instead. And as it turned out, it worked well—just look at you now, Angela. You're finally losing your composure, aren't you?" Elena rambled on.

This woman was absolutely insane!

"And how much better off are you? Who was it that dragged you out of your hiding place? Who brought you here? Isn't it the very man you've spent years trying to impress?" Angela sneered, gritting her teeth.

Elena's expression darkened instantly.

Right then, she felt a suffocating weight settling on her chest. An inexplicable bitterness gnawed at her insides, making her feel unbearably miserable.

"As expected, you really are a shameless bitch. You claim to have no interest in Dexter, yet you're constantly using him. You truly have no shame!"

Elena's gaze was so sharp it seemed like a cold blade ready to slice Angela's heart out.

"You want to know why I despise you so much, Angela? It's not just because you stole Dexter or because you always take the spotlight. It's that you don't even deserve the love you receive! And yet, these people give you their whole hearts without hesitation, one after another."

Dropping her smile, Elena stared intently at Angela as she continued, "Joseph has always been unconditionally good to you. No matter how stupid or weak you are, he has never thought of abandoning you.

"As for Fiona, she used to despise you and look down on you. But now? For some inexplicable reason, she protects you at every turn and favors you! And then there's Dexter. He was supposed to be mine…"

Elena was practically grinding her teeth, her whole being consumed by her anguish. She was obsessed and had lost all sense of rationality.

Gone was the elegant, gentle Elena.

"Tell me, Elena. Between the two of us, who's the one who can't live without a man? Who's the one willing to destroy themselves over a man?" Angela sneered, looking down at her.

A cruel grin spread across Elena's face.

Angela saw red. She was ready to kill Elena right there and then. But Dexter stepped forward at the right moment, grasping Angela's hand and pulling her behind him.

The sight of them holding hands burned into Elena's mind, and in an instant, jealousy consumed her completely. The burning wrath inside her grew stronger, scorching her to the core.

Why?

She had spent over a decade trying to win Dexter's heart, so why had Angela managed to claim it in less than a year?

Deep down, she knew she was wrong—the one she should have been targeting was never Angela, but Dexter. Alas, she just couldn't bring herself to do it.