My Secret Billionaire Husband
Chapter 560 - 559: What am I to him in his eyes?

Chapter 560: Chapter 559: What am I to him in his eyes?

"Really?" Rebecca Kelloway sneered again.

The bartender nodded heavily, as if afraid she wouldn’t believe him, and said excitedly, "It’s true. Of all the women I’ve ever seen, Ms. Kelloway, you are the most beautiful."

Upon hearing the words "most beautiful," Rebecca’s expression changed suddenly as she picked up another cocktail from the table and downed it in one go.

"So, do you like me then?" After finishing her drink, Rebecca gave a seductive smile and pinched the bartender’s cheek.

"Ms. Kelloway, you..." The bartender stared at her blankly. The young bartender had no resistance to Rebecca, the ideal beauty. He was overjoyed, thinking she had taken a liking to him, and his face immediately beamed with delight.

He quickly replied, "I like you, of course, I do. You are every man’s goddess; there’s no one who doesn’t like you."

"Really? No man would dislike me?" Rebecca’s face showed a sudden realization. However, thinking of Ashton Heath’s indifference and ruthlessness, her eyes welled up with tears again.

Every man would like her.

Except him.

But aside from him, whose affection did she care for?

She only wanted his love.

But he already had another woman in his heart.

For that woman, he could wound her heart until it bled and not care in the slightest.

He wouldn’t care how much pain she was in.

Nor would he care how badly she was hurt.

Even her more than twenty years of sincerity and emotional investment, he could disregard completely.

Only because he had fallen in love with a woman named Joanna Lawrence.

She knew that at this point, she should let him go gracefully and leave with her pride intact.

As the daughter of the Kelloway family, she had been the object of envy and admiration from all since she was young.

She was a winner in the eyes of others.

How could someone like her cling to a man without any regard for her dignity?

If others knew about this, she didn’t know what they would think.

Ms. Rebecca couldn’t stoop so low as to chase after a man.

It really was unbearable, though.

She was snatched away without a word.

By the time she realized everything, it was already too late.

He skipped the process of falling in love and directly married that woman.

Suddenly, he had a wife.

Suddenly, he became someone else’s husband.

And then he started to distance himself from her, drawing a clear line.

"Every man would like me, so why doesn’t he? Why does he prefer a woman he’s known for less than a month to me?"

"What am I in his eyes?"

"Why can he marry such a woman without even considering me?"

She really couldn’t accept this.

She couldn’t willingly give up to such a woman.

She hated herself.

She hated herself for not being more proactive, for guarding her pitiful pride, waiting passively for the day when he might fall in love with her and confess first.

If she had been willing to swallow her pride and pursue him actively then.

Maybe she wouldn’t have lost him.

Although she didn’t know if regretting now would be too late, she genuinely couldn’t let go and couldn’t do it.

Over twenty years of feelings.

Asking her to let go was like cutting out a piece of her heart.

Although it wouldn’t kill her immediately, it would make her hurt unbearably.

"Ms. Kelloway, you shouldn’t drink anymore." The bartender, seeing her continuously downing cocktails, worriedly said, "You’ve already had a lot. If you keep going like this, you’ll get drunk."