The Heiress Spoiled by Four Brothers and One Devilish CEO-Chapter 262 I swear I didn’t

Michelle watched those slender, defined fingers tightening around her pale wrist. Her lashes trembled slightly.

"This has nothing to do with me. Since you don’t trust me anyway, there’s no point in staying. Jason, I used to think you were the light that pulled me out of the dark. I didn’t expect that word—trust—to be the thing that dragged me back down."

Jason stood up, eyes cold, staring at the woman who he felt was still putting on an act.

"What I hate the most is being lied to. The minute you started scheming against me, it was already over. Whether you’re Wendy Ford or not doesn’t matter. Even if you’re just Michelle."

He pinched her chin, his gaze fixed on that innocent-looking face, eyes filled with rage.

"Did it ever cross your mind, when you used this face, where the girl you replaced ended up? Does your conscience even twinge?"

He let out a chuckle, full of mockery.

"Of course it doesn’t. Didn’t you hire someone to run your own mother over?"

Michelle shook her head, her voice rising with desperation.

"If you won’t believe me, then fine, we’re done! Let me go—I’m leaving!"

Jason’s eyes darkened, every trace of his former gentleness vanished, replaced with an ice-cold fury.

Dragging her out of the dining room, he didn’t stop even when she stumbled and fell to her knees.

"Let me go! You can’t just lock me up! That’s illegal!"

Ignoring her shouts, Jason hauled her up and threw her into the prayer room, slamming the door hard behind her.

Michelle banged on the door, yelling,

"Open it! Open the door!"

A voice full of mockery echoed behind her,

"Go ahead, scream all you want. Yell till your throat bleeds—no one’s coming for you."

Startled, she turned to see Zeta Prime lounging in a chair, its metallic head tilted to the side, giving off a bone-chilling chuckle.

"Wendy Ford, huh? What a nasty piece of work. First, you fooled my master, then tried to harm my little fairy, and now you’re coming for my young master? Cold-blooded, heartless. People like you never come to a good end."

Michelle knew exactly where she stood now. No point wasting energy.

She walked over to the narrow bed and lay down, but suddenly sat up again, brushing off the dust and throwing the pillow to the floor with frustration.

She couldn’t just sit around waiting to die. Staying here meant losing everything.

But that damn robot wouldn’t leave—it was guarding her like a hawk. Getting out was nothing but a pipe dream.

She’d endured the pain of the knife slicing her face, the burning aches after surgery, tearing herself apart to become someone new. She’d cried like crazy in the dead of night, the thirst for revenge eating at her bit by bit. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Just when she thought she could finally step into the light, that wretched Megan yanked her back into the nightmare.

Why?

Why had it all gone so wrong?

What had she done to deserve this?

Staring at Zeta Prime who looked all too relaxed in that chair, Michelle curled up and shut her eyes.

She had to keep fighting. There was still a shot.

The spring sunlight wasn’t harsh, but to Megan, it felt like needles stabbing her eyes.

She waved lazily at Mrs. Lewis, now seated in the back of a police car.

"Bye, Grandma. Hope you enjoy your stay at the detention center. But don’t get too cozy—you’ll be moving to women’s prison soon enough."

Her smile was calm, even sweet as she watched the car disappear. Then she turned to Mr. Lewis and said softly,

"Grandpa, she’s been going too far for too long. Maybe it’s time she learned a lesson. She needs this to reflect on everything she’s done. We can forgive once, twice even, but not forever. I hope when she comes back, she’ll finally understand."Mr. Lewis nodded. "I spoiled her too much when she was young—that’s why she turned out so headstrong. Sigh."

He sighed again and slowly walked into the house.

"Come inside, Megan. It’s still chilly out," Tristan said gently.

Megan glanced at Tristan from the side, her eyes cold and unreadable. She said nothing, just turned and walked up the stairs to her room.

She climbed into bed and shut her eyes.

The door creaked open. Her brows furrowed faintly.

The mattress dipped slightly as Tristan sat next to her, his fingers brushing through her dark hair.

"What’s wrong, Megan? Are you not feeling well?" he asked softly.

She took a deep breath, silent. Under the covers, her hand curled into a fist, fingertips digging into her palm without even a flinch.

Tristan leaned down, kissed her cheek, then moved toward her delicate earlobe.

His touch made her skin crawl. She smacked him hard across the face and sat up abruptly.

"Don’t touch me!"

Tears welled in her eyes and quickly rolled down. Her voice trembled. "You make me sick."

Tristan stared blankly at her, saying nothing.

"Why, Tristan? Why would you do this to me?"

She got out of bed, opened her laptop on the table, and shoved it toward him. On the screen froze an image of him walking into Nicole’s room.

"What were you two doing in there? An hour and twenty minutes—what exactly were you up to?"

Tristan gave the screen a glance, then looked at her. "Megan, don’t start. You’re blowing it out of proportion."

"Oh, I’m exaggerating? Then tell me what you were doing in her room that late at night? Just chatting? You really think I’m that dumb?"

"Right, don’t tell me you were sleepwalking."

"Let’s be real, Tristan. You were into her from the start since she applied as your assistant, weren’t you? Letting her touch your Adam’s apple... That’s not nothing. That’s flirting."

"I was such an idiot. That business trip to Northriver? You had it all planned, didn’t you? If I hadn’t shown up that night, you two would’ve taken it to the next level, huh?"

Tristan narrowed his eyes. "No, that’s not true."

"Then why make her live here? Literally anywhere else could’ve worked. But no—you had to bring her into the house, right where you could exchange flirty glances all day and sleep next to each other at night?"

"What am I to you, Tristan? I’m carrying your child, and I have to sit and watch you cozy up to another woman? She’s glued to your side at dinner now—you think I’m invisible?"

"I died for you in our past life, and ever since I came back, I’ve done nothing but pour everything I have into loving you. You? You acted like I was your everything, but only because you hadn’t met someone ’better.’"

"Well, now you have. Congrats. Go ahead—be with her. Just get out!"

Tristan stood and walked around the bed to her side. "Megan, stop. It’s not like that."

"I’m not stupid, Tristan. This makes the fifth time. I’ve had enough." She shoved his hands away. "Leave the house."

Tristan’s brows clenched tightly. He pulled her into his arms, holding her close. "Megan, I didn’t. I swear I didn’t."

She struggled in his embrace, her chest aching with every breath. Her whole body trembled from the hurt, her voice hoarse with desperation. Everything about this felt so cold and bitter.

Like she was drowning in freezing, pitch-black water. Every gasp for breath just brought more of that chill flooding into her lungs, slicing her from the inside out.

No one came to save her. And she was sinking—helpless and alone.Tristan was like a sudden beam of light piercing through the pitch-black depths. But just when she thought she could reach out and hold on, it slipped right through her fingers, leaving her clutching at nothing but bone-chilling emptiness.