Christina thought of Andrew, but she hesitated as she reached for her phone. Asking Andrew for help now would be like admitting she was wrong—completely, devastatingly wrong.

Worse, it would mean humiliating herself in front of him, shattering her pride and leaving her dignity in tatters. All the harsh words she had thrown at him before would come back like daggers, cutting her deeply and leaving her scarred.

Harvey noticed her hesitation and sneered. "I know what you're thinking—you're hoping that loser Andrew will save you, right?"

He leaned closer, his tone dripping with mockery. "Christina, you really want to play the saint and the sinner at the same time, huh?"

He added, "You're the one who chased Andrew away and handed me the chance to step in. And now, you're thinking of begging him? Don't you have any shame? Can you really bring yourself to grovel like that?"

Harvey's cruel words struck a nerve, and Christina's face turned ashen.

He laughed darkly, his grin wide wi