Marrying the Man in the Dark

Chapter 1070 Tears and Truths Now that Cherise's memories had returned, and that the police had arrested that Boult scumbag, she was eager to catch up with Savannah! Upon arriving at the hotel where Steve and Savannah were staying, they discovered Savannah was already awake. She sat in a corner of the large bed, her face drained of color, hugging her knees. Steve sat silently on a nearby chair, his head bowed. As Cherise and Damien entered, Savannah lifted her head.

Cherry," she said, a glimmer of hope lighting up her desolate gaze. "You're here." "Yeah," Cherise replied, moving to sit gently beside her friend. "Are you okay?" "I'm... okay." Savannah choked on her words. Her pent-up emotions spilled out in the wake of Cherise's concern. Tears cascaded down her cheeks like a broken dam. "I just never imagined Trent would do such a thing." She had followed Trent from the wedding with dreams of a promising future. She believed she had made the right choice and was convinced that Trent had finally committed to spending his life with her. Instead, he had betrayed her trust for money.

Steve had disclosed everything to her earlier, but she initially dismissed his words. She believed Steve harbored jealousy toward Trent and didn't want her with him. It wasn't until Steve played a recording of Trent leaving with a suitcase to meet Sebastian that she heard the truth with her own ears-her beloved treating her as mere merchandise to be sold to another. This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

"Cherry..." Tears flowed down Savannah's cheeks like shattered pearls as she collapsed into Cherise's embrace. "I loved him for eight years. Yet eight years of devotion couldn't outweigh money..." Cherise's heart swelled with empathy as she watched Savannah pour out her anguish. She glanced at Damien. "I'd like to speak with her alone." Damien nodded, then turned to Steve. "Mr. Orborn, I have sbusiness to discuss with you." Steve nodded, quickly rising from his seat to follow Damien out. As the door closed, he couldn't help stealing a glance back at Cherise.

He left with a wistful smile only after receiving her reassuring gaze.

Once they were alone, Cherise took a deep breath, studying Savannah, who was still sobbing in her arms. "Do you still not like Steve?" ne Savannah bit her lip, looking bashful. After a moment, she nodded absentmindedly. "It's not really about liking or disliking... I just don't know him well enough." Cherise was rendered speechless, her jaw slack. Despite Steve's unwavering support, Savannah regarded him as little more than a stranger.

Thinking it over, Cherise realized that it wasn't surprising.

Upon reflection, Cherise realized it wasn't entirely surprising. While Steve had done much for Savannah, he often did it under the guise of following Cherise's behest. To him, Savannah was a beautiful and noble figure beyond approach, too perfect for him to approach casually. Even starting a conversation with her was only accomplished after much consideration on his part. Cherise shook her head ruefully, exhaling deeply. "Perhaps he hasn't made a strong impression on you lately." "Yeah," Savannah murmured, releasing her knees to accept the glass of water Cherise offered. "I still remember him as the boy from high school."