Charlene remembered something, and a glint flitted across her eyes. She let out a cold smirk and said, “Maybe he’s just playing you! He promised that he’ll marry me. He doesn’t want to be responsible to you, so he faked an identity to get closer to you. This way, he won’t have any guilt when he leaves you. Your whole life is a joke, Deirdre.”

A chill rushed down Deirdre’s spine as she felt there was an invisible hand stabbing her in her heart.

Her unfocused eyes were filled with pain, and she