The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 668

Theo raised his hand, his expression earnest and solemn. “Citrine, whatever I did wrong in my past life, I swear I’ll make it up to you this time. I promise, I’ll treat you right.”

Hearing this, Citrine couldn’t help but laugh in disbelief, the sound sharp with anger.

So he remembers the past, does he? Then he shouldn’t have forgotten what he did. The nerve he had, standing here and making these promises as if nothing happened—it was nauseating.

She dropped all pretenses, her tone turning icy as she laid it bare. “If you really remember everything, then do us both a favor and stay as far away from me as possible.”

By the end, her words were laced with barely contained fury.

But Theo’s eyes lit up as if she’d handed him hope. “I knew it, Citrine. I knew you remembered us. There’s no way you could just forget ten years together.”

Ever since those memories of their previous life had come rushing back, Theo had been living with a sharp, gnawing ache in his chest.

Citrine’s death had become a wound that would never heal. After she died, he’d spent countless nights wide awake, haunted by regret and only then realizing how deeply he loved her.

After he’d avenged her—hunting down every last member of the Iverson family—he’d ended his own life. He couldn’t bear the thought of her walking through the afterlife alone. He had to be there with her.

A flicker of madness gleamed in Theo’s eyes. “Citrine, I know I failed you before. But I got revenge for you. Everyone who hurt you—I killed them all. After you died, I made sure the entire Iverson family paid, even Jeanette.”

Citrine let out a bitter laugh, as if she’d just heard a joke. “Revenge, huh? And what about you?”

Theo faltered, confused.

She pressed on, her voice growing ever colder. “You’re the one who stole my kidney. You’re the one who kept hurting me, over and over. You cheated on me with Jeanette. I trusted you, but the deepest wounds came from you. Isn’t it obvious? The worst villain was always you.”

Her words were glacial now, every syllable razor-sharp. “You want to avenge me? Then the person you should have killed is yourself.”