Balfour's words to her before had been nothing but a sweet lullaby!
If he didn't believe what he said, why not just come clean? Why give her false hope?
Why be so cruel, to abandon her when she needed him most, standing decidedly by another woman's side?
Ivy clenched her fists, fighting to keep her emotions in check.
"Forget her. She made her bed, now she's gotta lie in it. You don't need to shed tears over someone who doesn't matter."
Balfour didn't even glance at Ivy as he uttered these words.
Someone who doesn't matter?
Oh, what an irony, Ivy thought.
Was she really someone who didn't matter?
Just yesterday, that man had cradled her head, comforting her with promises of belief and vows to clear her name.
Now he turned his back, coldly labeling her as someone who didn't matter.
Ivy let out a bitter laugh. She had been naive, taking Balfour's words to heart.
Little did she know, they were just his casual way of placating women.
Yesterday's Balfour had comforted her, and today he stood in front of her, consoling another woman.
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