"Yes, I once thought you truly wanted to marry Alice," Lily murmured, trembling.
"Then I convinced myself—maybe it was loneliness. Maybe you just needed someone to fill the emptiness. And if being with her made you happy, I would have wished you both well."
Her lips quivered as she bit down on them.
"But how… how did it come to this?"
It wasn't love.
It wasn't loneliness.
Just as Ethan had said—Alex had only used Alice for her father's influence.
This wasn't the Alex she had known.
No, the Alex she remembered—he had been kind. Honest.
As a child, he would instead remain silent than tell a lie.
That was the Alex she had trusted.
But now?
How many lies had he told?
She couldn't even tell anymore.
"Lily, can we not talk about this?" Alex's voice was calm as he pressed the accelerator, speeding forward.
Lily's breath hitched. "Then… my father—was it you?"
The words barely made it past her lips.
Alex didn't answer.
