Chapter 783 Unaware of Pain
Saskia felt a wave of bitterness crash over her heart. After a long pause, she hesitated and whispered, "She's my sister. No matter what happens, we'll figure it out."
Nathaniel, reeking of booze, suddenly lunged at her, his bloodshot eyes locked on hers.
"What about me? What am I to you? You just left without a word. What did you think I was?" he shouted.
Saskia couldn't meet his gaze.
She awkwardly turned her head away, her voice barely a whisper. "It's all in the past. Talking about it now won't change anything."
Nathaniel looked at her calm, expressionless face and suddenly felt that all these years of longing were utterly ridiculous.
"For someone who has moved on, it might be pointless. But how can you know your mistakes without feeling the pain?" With those words, his eyes suddenly turned resolute and fierce.
He grabbed her slender neck, and his scorching, possessive kiss overwhelmed her.
Saskia struggled to breathe, retreating step by step.
"Nathaniel, you've been drinking! Snap out of it, I'm not Azalea!" she shouted.
Of course, Nathaniel knew who she was. For years, he had profoundly missed the woman who was engraved in his very soul.
His fingers tightly gripped Saskia, pushing her through the law firm's door.
Saskia was furious. "What do you want? You're Azalea's fiancé, my future brother-in-law."
His seductive words whispered in her ear. "Really? Saskia, isn't money all you care about? Do you even know what morals are? Be my mistress, and I'll give you money."
His eyes were full of allure, as if trying to lure her into an endless abyss.
Saskia pushed against his solid chest, her voice trembling slightly. "Nathaniel, you have a successful career and a beautiful fiancée. Asking a woman with a child to be your mistress? That's absurd." As she spoke, Nathaniel had already pushed her onto the office desk.
Half of his body pressed down on her, his fingers, with their distinct knuckles, gently caressed her delicate skin. The ring on his finger reflected a crystalline light under the neon lights outside the window.
Saskia felt a moment of disorientation and awkwardly turned her face away.
"Nathaniel, there's no need to take revenge on me like this!" she remarked.
Nathaniel looked at her face.
After all these years, she had hardly changed, as if she was deliberately maintaining the image he had in his memory.
His kiss deepened as his fingers wove through her hair, holding her head firmly.
The kiss was passionate and lingering.
Saskia's eyes widened, a hot tear sliding down her cheek as she whimpered and pushed him away. "Nathaniel, please, don't!"
Even though he was drunk, Nathaniel's strength was immense. Saskia couldn't escape, only able to plead softly.
Nathaniel's heart was already filled with frustration, and at this moment, he couldn't care less. He easily tore Saskia's clothes apart.
Saskia's body shook in the cold air, engulfed by an overwhelming sense of humiliation and despair.
She tried to stop Nathaniel with her hands, but it felt as pointless as an ant trying to shake a tree.
Her tears fell like broken pearls, continuously sliding down, soaking her clothes and Nathaniel's hand.
"Nathaniel, wake up! How can we face Azalea? How can you face yourself?" Saskia's voice was choked with sobs, trying to awaken Nathaniel.Nathaniel seemed to have completely lost it. His eyes were glazed over, a cold smile playing on his lips, mocking Saskia's words.
"Face myself? Saskia, you're telling me to confront myself? You walked away without a word. How can you face me? How can you face what we had?" he retorted, his voice low and hoarse, each word squeezed out from the depths of his heart.
Saskia's heart ached like it was being cut by a knife. She knew she couldn't argue. It was true that she had chosen to leave, to give up on their relationship. But she had her reasons!
"Nathaniel, I..." she started, but Nathaniel abruptly cut her off.
"Don't say it. I don't want to hear it!" he interrupted roughly, as if avoiding something.
Saskia's tears flowed again, a deep sense of helplessness enveloping her heart. She had no words to say, stubbornly turning her face away, silently enduring the humiliation and despair.
A clear voice suddenly pierced the silence of the office. "Nathaniel, what are you doing?"
The voice was like a thunderclap, stunning both Nathaniel and Saskia. They turned to see a figure standing at the door. It was Azalea.
Azalea's face was pale, her eyes wide with disbelief at what she was witnessing. She clutched her phone tightly, her fingers turning white from the pressure.
She felt an immense betrayal, one from her fiancé and the other from her sister. Saskia was more panicked than ever, frantically grabbing a nearby piece of clothing to cover herself.
"Azalea, let me explain. It's not what you think!" she said.
But Azalea rushed forward and slapped her hard, screaming hysterically. "I don't want to hear it, Saskia! You liar, you've been deceiving me all along! I'll never forgive you."
With those words, she broke down in tears, her pale face crumbling under the weight of her emotions.
Saskia's heart ached terribly. She wanted to speak but didn't know where to start, only offering explanations. "Azalea, he was just drunk and mistook me for you."
"Don't take me for a fool!" Azalea glared at her fiercely, covering her tearful eyes as she ran out.
Saskia's heart tightened as she feared for Azalea's safety. She stood up to chase after Azalea, but her clothes slipped, leaving her barely covered.
She turned to look at Nathaniel. "What do you want? Azalea is your fiancée. Aren't you worried about her running out like that?"
Nathaniel's lips curled into a playful smile. He didn't seem to care.
Saskia's heart tightened. No matter what, she needed to explain things to Azalea. She wrapped herself in Nathaniel's oversized suit jacket, covering her disheveled clothes, and rushed out.
The empty financial district at night was deserted, the surrounding skyscrapers like a steel forest, swallowing everyone within. At that time, Azalea wandered the empty streets like a lost soul. Tears streamed down her face, drying in the wind, only to be replaced by new ones, blurring her vision.
She stepped onto the crosswalk, not noticing that the green light had turned red. A small truck, with its driver dozing off, swerved toward her. The earlier anger was fading, and Azalea wiped her tears fiercely. She was determined to make those who deceived her pay.
But just then, a shout accompanied by the screech of brakes rang out. "Watch out!"
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