Chapter 350 There Has Never Been a Winner Among the Three
Brittany wanted to escape, but she couldn't move as if she was frozen in place.
It felt like there were hands reaching up from the ground, grabbing her ankles and pulling her down.
She stood rigidly in place, hearing every word that Joshua and Nicole spoke, staring blankly at the door in front of her.
Those words pierced her ears, ruthlessly pounding on her eardrums.
Brittany covered her ears but couldn't block it out.
His words, laced with disdain, mockery, and contempt, hit her like a slap in the face.
How could there be such disgusting people or such repulsive behavior?
Brittany thought Joshua's worst offense was cheating, but now she realized she was so wrong!
A devil he was.
Joshua destroyed not only her love but also her memories.
Brittany had always kept Joshua from her college days distinct from the present one, but now, the two versions of him were slowly merging.
Ultimately, he had become the devil who mocked her aging and feelings!
The beautiful memories of college had vanished.
From their first meeting to now, all those years, had turned out to be such a tragic joke.
What was even more ridiculous and tragic was that, aside from memories associated with Joshua, Brittany found that there was not much left in her mind.
This was the Joshua she had loved for so many years, her youth!
Brittany laughed out loud, staggering backward, leaning against the wall, laughing with irony.
The more her eyes stung and she wanted to cry, the wider her smile grew and the more radiant her laughter became.
As she laughed, Brittany pursed her lips, shaking her head from side to side. Her gaze fell on a nearby vase. She picked it up and smashed it against the door.
The vase shattered with a crisp sound, porcelain shards scattering on the floor.
Inside the room, Joshua sat on the sofa with his phone in hand, watching the live surveillance feed from outside.
He watched Brittany's angry expression, veins bulging on the back of his hand, his eyes bloodshot, a hint of moistness at the corners.
Nicole, dressed in a black nightgown that accentuated her voluptuous figure, her face flushed from their acting just now, like a freshly peeled boiled egg, tender and delicate.
She sat on the bed, gazing intently at Joshua, but he didn't spare her a glance.
The loud banging on the door outside made Nicole tremble, yet she also felt a sense of satisfaction.
Brittany had never been so broken.
Brittany, who had always been the center of attention in her family, was ultimately a failure.
Even if Joshua and Brittany were in love, what did it matter? In the end, the victor was Nicole.
However, despite her satisfaction, Nicole wasn't as happy as she had expected.
She gazed at Joshua with an aching heart, seeing his hands clenched tightly, his arm muscles taut, and his trembling as if in a spasm.
Nicole's eyes grew slightly moist as she walked over, kneeling on the carpet in front of Joshua.
Gently holding his hands, she tried to pry open his clenched fingers. "Joshua, calm down. Don't get too agitated."
Joshua squinted. "Let go."
Nicole felt a pang of pain at his coldness, her heart aching.
She suddenly realized that among the three of them, there were no winners, no victories at all.
Everyone involved was actually a loser.
"Remember, do as I said, and the Garcia family will successfully go IPO, and you will be the enviable Mrs. Sinclair," Joshua said in a low voice, coldly lifting Nicole's chin with his finger. "Now, you have no right to regret. I had given you many chances to repent."
Nicole, with a firm gaze, said, "I won't."
She bit her lip and asked, "And you? Do you truly have no regrets?"
Joshua momentarily lost focus, gazing tenderly at Brittany on the phone screen.
Nicole's heart ached, her eyes clouded, "Perhaps you should..."
"Continue," Joshua cut her off, turning off his phone, grabbing a stack of documents beside him, and standing up abruptly.
Nicole felt complicated.
But she couldn't bring herself to give up her identity and status as Mrs. Sinclair.
Nicole stood up, circling Joshua's arm, walking with him to the door.
The door opened.
Brittany unexpectedly met Joshua's disgusted and icy gaze.
Her hand, resting by her side, couldn't stop trembling.
She couldn't stop!
Joshua's gaze easily crushed her pride and arrogance.
"Brittany, why are you here?" Nicole weakly leaned on Joshua's arm, assuming the air of a hostess.
She glanced down at the ground, then rubbed against Joshua. "Joshua, look, Brittany broke my favorite vase."
Brittany's gaze fell on Nicole, her eyes narrowing instantly. "How dare you wear my clothes?"
It was her bed, her nightwear, her slippers.
A wave of disgust surged through Brittany as she approached and tried to tear all of her possessions apart.
She would rather destroy everything than allow others to touch it.
"So, how dare you touch her?" Joshua's hands seized Brittany's wrist, protecting Nicole defensively and coldly questioning Brittany.
Nicole couldn't dodge in time, a scratch marking her neck.
She whimpered, looking pitiful, hiding behind Joshua. But when she raised her head, her gaze turned mocking as she stared at Brittany.
Brittany was stunned; the spot where Joshua held her was very painful.
They were the hands that had guided her all over Maple Valley University today.
Brittany calmed her emotions, not even looking at Joshua, and calmly said, "Let go of me."
"Brittany," Joshua slapped a stack of documents against Brittany's chest, "These are your things, as well as payment for entertaining me these days. Take them and leave."
He spoke cruelly, but his eyes were as gentle as a spring.
His eyes were filled with tears, with each heartless word he spoke, the pain in the depths of his blue eyes became more apparent.
If Brittany had just looked up at him, she would have seen through Joshua's true emotions.
But Brittany wouldn't look.
Joshua knew this about her, which was why he dared to show his tenderness and vulnerity.
The room fell into extreme silence.
Brittany lowered her head, holding the papers tightly, appearing calm as if nothing existed.
For a moment, it seemed like she couldn't feel pain anymore.
Despite the screaming pain in every part of her body, she couldn't muster the strength to show her suffering.
It was time to put an end to this mess.
Brittany shook off Joshua's hand, her lips slightly upturned. "Thank you, Mr. Sinclair."
With that, she turned wearily.
As Brittany walked, she looked down at the documents, picking out the useful ones and tearing the rest into pieces, scattering them into the air behind her.
White pieces of paper fluttered down, carried by the wind from the open window, floating further away, landing on Joshua and Nicole.
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