Chapter 902



Meanwhile, once out of the bridal shop, Jake abruptly pulled his hand away from Lacey’s.

“Look, thanks for trying to help back there. But it wasn’t necessary.”

“I can manage,” Jake said, his voice tight.

Lacey stared at her empty hand, a flicker of hurt crossing her face. “Jake, you can’t deny you still have feelings for Kallie. Hadn’t we talked before and reached an agreement not to let her deceive us anymore?”

Jake scoffed, his voice laced with ice. “We? I never talked about such things with you. This is between Kallie and me. Stay out of it.”

Over the years, Lacey had been one of the few people Jake trusted. Yet, never before had he spoken to her with such coldness and disdain. Lacey’s heart ached, but she refused to give up. “Jake, what’s going on? Is this about Kallie?” she called after him.

Jake ignored her, practically running toward his car. He jumped in, slammed the door shut, and sped away, leaving Lacey standing on the curb. Lacey watched him go, her body trembling with a mixture of anger and fear. The thought of Jake reconciling with Kallie filled her with dread.

Lacey stomped her foot, frustrated. Was Jake just a lovesick fool? Before returning from abroad, he’d vowed to take back everything Kallie and Clayton had stolen from him, stressing he would not fall for Kallie’s tricks again. And yet, here he was, falling apart at the mere sight of Kallie’s tears. If this continued, they’d be back together in no time.

Determined to confront Kallie, Lacey rushed back to the bridal shop. Kallie happened to walk out, lost in thought. Lacey plastered a smug smile on her face and caught up with Kallie.

“Well, you saw it with your own eyes today. I’m going to marry Jake.”

“I am your god sister, and I hope you’ll give us your blessing. I know you two were once an item, but you never actually remarried, did you? So technically, I didn’t steal your man.”

Kallie stopped in her tracks and turned to face Lacey, her expression unreadable. Her eyes were red-rimmed, but her gaze was fierce and unwavering. Lacey met Kallie’s eyes and felt a surprising pang of unease.

A harsh laugh escaped Kallie’s lips, the sound jarring in the quiet surroundings. “So, all this drama these past few days was just to tell me that you’re with Jake now? The more you try to convince me, the less worried I become. After all, if he truly loved you, you wouldn’t need to prove anything to me.”

Kallie’s words pierced through Lacey’s facade, striking a nerve. “What do you know?” Lacey retorted, her voice rising in anger. “He just doesn’t want anything to do with you. You’re shameless! I’m just trying to prevent you from pestering him! It has little to do with how much he loves me!”

Kallie simply nodded. “Whatever you say, Lacey. I couldn’t care less.” With that, Kallie turned and walked away, leaving Lacey reeling from the encounter.

Lacey’s earlier outburst had attracted the attention of passersby, who now stared at her with a mix of curiosity and amusement. Lacey felt a wave of shame wash over her. What had she become? This wasn’t like her at all.

Once inside the car, tears welled up in Kallie’s eyes, her calm facade finally crumbling. Even when being mocked and mistreated by Sarah in the past, Kallie had never felt this defeated. This time, however, the pain cut deeper. Perhaps Jake truly stopped loving her. Lacey might have changed, but Kallie had to admit that Lacey had some merits. With her medical expertise, Lacey likely had saved Jake.

The life-saving favor was the only plausible reason Kallie could think of for Jake’s lack of visits all these years, despite still being alive. Kallie’s hands tightened around the steering wheel, her knuckles turning white. But she couldn’t bring herself to drive.

Suddenly, her phone buzzed. It was Edgar.

Once the call connected, Edgar’s voice boomed, filled with a mixture of anxiety and excitement. “Miss Nixon, you need to get to the Reeves Group right now. Something big has happened. Hurry!”

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