The Love I Begged For Was Never Real novel Chapter 202

But with Gideon's limitless indulgence and doting, he had long spoiled Giselle to the point of absolute arrogance.

He let Giselle get away with murder, yet was so stingy he wouldn't even spare a tolerant glance for his titular wife.

She really envied her.

She envied how Giselle could live so recklessly. She envied that whenever Giselle suffered the slightest grievance, two powerful men at the pinnacle of power would step up for her. She envied that Giselle possessed the entirety of that young boy's profound, unforgettable devotion.

She envied that Giselle never had to change herself to please anyone, because Gideon would rewrite the rules of the entire world for her.

Nora swallowed a massive mouthful of hard liquor. The strong alcohol began stripping away her sobriety, blurring the edges of her vision.

Her consciousness started to fragment, her body feeling weightless, as if she were slowly sinking into a freezing ocean.

But this was fine too; she didn't want to try anymore.

She didn't want to keep searching for that scrawny little boy from St. Jude’s Children’s Home.

The boy in the leaky tool shed, who had used his thin body to shield her from the wind and shoved half a cracker into her hand, had died in that rainy night over a decade ago.

The current Gideon was a cold-blooded tyrant who would destroy lives for Giselle. She felt she could never again find a single trace of that boy in Gideon.

Nor did she want to try proving she could be the lady of the Hayes household anymore.

That position had been a complete sham from the very beginning. The title of Mrs. Hayes was nothing more than a glamorous empty shell used to placate the public.

The true core of the Hayes family, along with all of Gideon's favoritism and wealth, had already been handed over to Giselle without reservation. In this house, Nora was worse than a redundant piece of furniture.

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