Chapter 263: The Stolen Belongings
Owen's POV
I leaned back against the old wooden bench, staring at the half-rotted beams above my head. Dust floated in the air like time itself had been suspended in this place. But even in the quiet, my thoughts stormed.
William Yates.
The name came back to me like bile in my throat.
"That bastard..." I muttered, my voice low, bitter.
Original Owen's father. A man who should've protected his wife and child. Instead, he used them—used the woman who loved him and left her to rot in despair. Owen's mother had married him for love, for a future she thought they'd build together. And what did he do?
Drained her inheritance. Burned her trust. And left her and Owen to suffer while he rose to power.
And it didn't stop there.
I closed my eyes for a second, trying to suppress the rising anger.
In the first life, the original Owen never had a moment to breathe. Even after being betrayed emotionally by Yvette, he still clung to her like a dying man to a memory. He loved her, damn it. Too much. And despite Yvette's cold shoulder, Owen cared. He protected her. He defended her reputation. He took her shame on his back just to see her smile, even if it wasn't for him.
But what did that love earn him?