Chapter 25
Later, I discovered that he left me at the hotel to die that night because Juliet’s father, Roger Turner, fell ill.
He had suffered a sudden cerebral hemorrhage while drinking. His hospitalization, recovery, and subsequent recovery cost a lot of money.
Damien insisted on the best for everything. He demanded a private room, the finest nurse, an elite medical team, and top–notch rehabilitation.
He could spend tens or hundreds of thousands, or even millions for Juliet without batting an eyelash.
Yet, he treated me with extreme cruelty.
While Juliet enjoyed his unreserved generosity, I carried a heavy burden.
It seemed that no amount of money and kindness I had shown throughout my life would be able to repay him.
For a long time, I struggled to differentiate gratitude, guilt, and feelings. I couldn’t distinguish them clearly.
Sometimes, I wondered if I really loved Damien. What did I love about him?
Did I fall in love with him when he rescued me?
Did I become infatuated when he risked his life and rushed into the car to carry my parents’ bodies?