Brothers Want Me Back

Chapter 80

Chapter 80

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With the living room crowded and Kingsley present, Elaine decided to take Finley to the backyard for their conversation.

Since she had decided to cut ties with the past, she couldn't drag Kingsley into it. It wouldn't be fair to him, her current fiancé.

Kingsley sat on the couch, exuding an air of aristocratic refinement that made anyone hesitate to approach.

Elaine walked over to him-not like the others who merely observed from a distance, but intimately leaning on his shoulder, her lips close to his

ear.

The servants watched, eyes wide, as Elaine's touch made creases in the expensive fabric of Kingsley's suit.

But the rumors about the brutal, dark figure who once kicked his own brother miles away? Not a trace of anger showed on his face. He sat there, still and composed, almost untouchable, yet somehow appearing as though he were being invaded, dethroned by Elaine's presence.

The scene was strangely delicate.

Kingsley, it seemed, truly indulged Elaine, and that was a mystery in itself.

Elaine whispered something to him, some secret or hidden word, and Kingsley gave a slight nod in response.

"Alright, go ahead. I'll talk with Mrs. Yeats, Harlan, and Tucker. We have things to discuss." What Kingsley meant was,

Elaine nodded, replying simply, "Okay."

She turned back to Finley, keeping the necessary distance. "Let's go, Finley. We'll talk in the backyard." "Sure." Finley shot a glance at Kingsley, his expression unreadable, before following Elaine out into the garden.

of course, their engagement.

Elaine turned her back to him, gazing upward, though it seemed like she wasn't really looking at anything in particular.

Then, in a cold tone, she spoke. "Finley, it's over. It has been for a long time. From now on, we owe each other nothing. You'll be the heir of the Scott family, and I'll run Starlight Fashion. You go your way, and I'll go mine. Our lives will never cross again.'

Finley stopped in his tracks, the words striking him hard.

"Why?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper.

Elaine was surprised by his question. "Why? I thought you'd be relieved when you heard we were ending our engagement. You should feel free now, unburdened. No more pretending, no more being with me when you really want to be with Bianca. This constant entanglement isn't your style, Finley.'

His face was unreadable, but his brows furrowed in frustration. Unable to hold back his growing irritation, he responded, "Is this really about Bianca? You really think I've been doing something wrong? I've never crossed any boundaries with her. All these things you think are happening between us, they're just in your head.

Elaine scoffed inwardly. 'In my head?' They were already going to be together. Did he really think she was still guessing at things?

When she saw Finley still insisting it was all about jealousy, she no longer cared to pretend. She gave a short, bitter laugh. "Alright, let me ask you then. Last Valentine's Day, you were with Bianca, weren't you? I called you several times, and you didn't pick up. Should I assume you were busy with something... special?

*Finley, just because I didn't say anything doesn't mean I didn't know. I've known about you two for a long time. The only reason I didn't speak up is because I knew no one would believe me."

Her voice was low and slow as she spoke the last words, but there was no sadness, as if she had already gotten used to it.

After all, in a world where Bianca was the heroine, unfairness and malice were nothing new to her. Finley stood there, frozen in shock. He hadn't thought that she knew about his Valentine's Day with Bianca.

And yet, in the eyes of everyone, she had been branded as the jealous fiancée, accusing Bianca without cause. No one cared about the truth.

She thought, 'It's fine. Once you and Bianca are together, people will see how wrong they were! She'd be watching, waiting for that moment.

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Finley finally spoke, his voice softer. "Elaine, I admit that I've always leaned toward Bianca, and I didn't listen to you. I didn't keep the right distance, and people saw it. I thought that would make you see things more clearly. But instead, you've made this choice, this final decision. I never expected you to give up on us so completely."

And now, she was even planning a grand engagement ceremony with someone else.

'Had I ever meant anything to her?' he cursed inwardly.

His tone grew angrier, but then quickly reverted to its calm, composed self.

Elaine's laughter was bitter. "You think you've been giving me a lesson, Finley?"

It was only now that she realized how much he'd misunderstood.

"You really have a high opinion of yourself. I remember you and Tucker were pretty close, right? Didn't he

tell you that my relationship with the Yeats family has long been in name only? I've cut ties with my mother and my brother-what do you think you are to me now?"

Elaine's lips curled into a cold, mocking smile. "In my eyes, you're nothing."

Finley stood there, stunned, unable to comprehend that Elaine's ties with the Yeats family had

deteriorated so completely.

He had seen the signs back in the living room. Her attitude toward him had become utterly ruthless.

"Elaine, what happened to you? You were never this heartless. You would never have done something so cruel."

Elaine, standing before him now, was unrecognizable. Her eyes were full of cold indifference as she looked at him.

"What I've become has nothing to do with you," she replied, her tone laced with disdain. "Finley, we have nothing left between us. You don't have the right to dictate my life, nor to blame me for anything." With that, she turned to leave.

Finley, acting on some sudden impulse, grabbed her sleeve.

He had never imagined that when Elaine let go of him, he would feel so bitter. Just as he never thought she would one day choose to leave him, and fall for another man.

His emotions flared, and before he knew it, he did something he hadn't planned.

"Elaine, did Kingsley teach you to do this?"

Elaine didn't know whether to laugh or cry at his words. Was Finley learning his moves from Shawn, always grabbing at people's clothes?

With a slight frown, she yanked her sleeve away from his grip. "Finley, we have no more ties. Don't make me despise you even more."

For a moment, Finley just stood there, watching as her sleeve slipped from his hand.

Kingsley's figure approached in the distance.

A strange, unwelcome feeling rose in Finley's chest as jealousy seeped in, and he blurted out, "You really think Kingsley likes you? Choosing him over me? It's not going to end any better for you, you know. Maybe even worse.'

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