Chapter 1308: Love isn’t selfish
Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress
Some changes had proven to have a good effect, but others simply led to different outcomes. Even with good intentions, the effects of change could be unpredictable.
In Finn and Cassandraâs first life, they had been bound in a loveless marriage. Though they maintained a strong friendship, romance had never been part of the equation. It was a miserable union, one that remained unchanged until Cassandra was caught up in the treacherous waters Finn had ventured intoâleading to her untimely death.
So, when Finn was reborn, he made it his goal to break off their engagement.
He didnât love Cassandra as anything more than a friend, but she was family to him. Finn wanted to give her the freedom to choose whom she would marry. He didnât want them to be trapped in another arranged marriage, only to endure yet another miserable life due to a forced union.
But alas... no matter how good his intentions were in this life, there was one thing Finn hadnât realized.
A miserable marriage wasnât miserable simply because it was arranged. It was miserable because of the lack of emotion in itâthe lack of willingness to love, to even try. Initially, both of them had agreed to break the engagement because Cassandra had always known Finn was not the type to fall in love.
Finn could never love anythingânot even himself.
So, when she agreed to end their engagement, Cassandra hadnât been hopeful. But then... Finn changed. He showed that he could love, that he could feel deeply and express his emotions.
Just not to her.
It felt like a slap to the face.
"I shouldnât have agreed to end it," Cassandra whispered, her eyelids drooping.
Deep lines formed between Maxâs brows as he grasped the weight of her words. "Cassandra, donât tell me..."
"What do you think wouldâve happened if I hadnât agreed to break off the engagement, Max?" she asked bluntly, turning to face him. "Do you think he wouldâve treated me right?"
"Ha... ha..." A nervous laugh escaped him. "Honestly, I donât think Iâm the person you should be asking that, Cassy."
"You were once his best friend," she countered with a nonchalant shrug. "So why not?"
"Damn... this is exactly why I look like I donât want to be bothered," he muttered, wincing. "I donât know, Cassy. Even if I wanted to be poetic and give you an answer, I donât even know what to feel right now. Iâm already a mess, as you can see."
"Why? Was your heart broken too?" she mused. "Is it also filled with regrets and what-ifs?"
Max remained silent.
Because, truthfully, there were a few what-ifs floating in his mind.
What if I hadnât invited Hugo? What if I had been the one sitting across from Ginnie? Would she have smiled the same?
Cassandra studied the look on Maxâs face before the corner of her lips curled up. "At least you understand whatâs been weighing on my heart lately," she muttered, peeling her gaze away. "Not too long ago, I was secretly flattered that after waking from a long coma, the first person he called was meânot anyone else. It made me feel important, special. But then..." She exhaled sharply.
"What I got was an apology... and a favor."
Max furrowed his brows.
"So he could leave the hospital," Cassandra continued, voice laced with bitterness, "just to see another woman."
A dry, humorless chuckle escaped her lips. "And now? Now, I donât even know if my fiancé is being sincere with me. Itâs driving me crazy... itâs making me angry. At least with Finn, I would never have to wonder if he was being sincere."
The air around her grew heavy, dark, suffocating.
It snapped Max out of his own thoughts.
A strange, ominous feeling crept up his spine as he looked at her. He had always known Cassandra had this side to her. Behind her meek and cute exterior, she was capable of cruelty. The total opposite of Kiara, who carried a cold front but had an incredibly soft heart beneath.
But now... now it felt like Cassandraâs demons had grown bigger. More powerful.
âDid studying people make her go crazy?â Max wondered before shaking his head. Focus.
"Hey, Cassy."
Cassandra arched a brow and glanced at him.
"I donât know whatâs going on in that twisted little mind of yours, but let it go, dude," he sighed. "So what if you think breaking off the engagement was a mistake? You and Finn were engaged for years. You grew up together. And stillâyou didnât fall in love."
He waved a hand, realizing he was about to ramble about the old Finn he remembered. "What Iâm saying is... sometimes, no matter how much we like someone, if that person loves someone elseâthen thatâs it."
His voice lowered slightly, taking on a more knowing tone. "Because real love... real love isnât selfish. If we truly love someone, we want them to be happyâeven if itâs not because of us. Even if weâre not in the picture."
His fingers curled around his glass.
"Because love isnât supposed to hurt others," he added. "If it does... then thatâs not love at all. Itâs greed."
As the words left his mouth, Max felt the weight of them.
Because that was exactly what he was doing.
Love wasnât selfish.
And if his love for Ginnie would only bring her pain, then maybe... he didnât want this love anymore.
Cassandra studied him for a moment before tilting her head. "Are you saying I should just give up ownership because I couldnât take care of it before?"
Max let out a short laugh. "Ownership? What do you think Finn is? A thing?" He shook his head. "Damn, sometimes you are kind of twisted. All Iâm saying isâ"
The words rolled back into his throat, choking him.
Because suddenly, Cassandraâs face was replaced by someone elseâs.
Out of nowhere, Lily appearedâhopping onto the stool between them, effectively blocking Cassandra while facing Max.
"Hello there, Max," Lily giggled before looking back at Cassandra. "Hi. Sorry, but heâs taken."
Then, without hesitation, Lily hooked an arm around Maxâs shoulder, pulling him down.
"Heâs actually very obsessed with me, so whatever sweet nothings he was whispering to you? Donât believe him. Heâs lying."
And just like that, Lily turned to face Max, her smile curling into something diabolical.
"I finally found you."