Ch. Three Husbands, One love it wasn’t me 23 Three Husbands, One love it wasn’t me 23

Chapter 23 

After reading everything, Daphne knew there was no use in saying anything more. She could only try to win some sympathy from them with her tears–but the three of them had long become immune to her crying. 

No amount of crocodile tears could hide her malice. 

“Daphne, didn’t you love getting these little injuries just to earn our pity? Well, now you’ll get to experience them over and over again.” 

“Happy? We’re just indulging your little preference.” 

“You loved living in a villa, didn’t you? From now on, you’ll stay in this one for the rest of your life.” 

Listening to their venomous words and seeing their twisted smiles, Daphne felt real fear for the first time. She never should have provoked them. 

“Please, let me go! I swear I’ll never appear in front of you again! Please!” Snot and tears streaked her face–she was far past caring 

about how ugly she looked while crying. 

Yes, she loved the villa, but she could already imagine how hellish her life here would be. 

The three of them left without another glance, indifferent to whether Daphne truly regretted her actions or was still trying to deceive 

them. 

It didn’t matter anymore. She would never step outside this villa again. 

Exhausted in both body and mind, the three boarded a plane back to Crestwood. 

They didn’t dare seek out Evelyn again–the harm they’d done to her was unforgivable.. 

But the moment they returned home, they were met with a devastating blow. 

They had been stripped of their heir statuses and disowned by their families. 

All three were confined to a sanatorium–a place even worse than Daphne’s villa. 

Having lost Evelyn completely, their families had given up on them, choosing new successors instead. 

Unable to bear the weight of losing everything, they vomited blood and fell into comas. 

In their unconscious state, the three seemed to share the same dream reliving Evelyn’s past life through a third–person perspective. 

Two months later, when they finally woke, they were like hollow shells of themselves. The men who had once been scrambling for ways to regain their families‘ favor now seemed utterly broken, their spirits crushed. They aged a decade overnight, their hair turning white 

despite their youth. 

After a year in the sanatorium, on an otherwise ordinary afternoon, the three wrote an apology letter addressed to Evelyn. Then, using bedsheets, they hanged themselves in the bathroom. 

By the time the nurses found them, their bodies were already stiff. 

And that apology letter? It never reached Evelyn. An illiterate cleaner mistook it for trash and threw it away. 

By the time Evelyn learned of their deaths, they had long been buried. 

After their last departure, she had never seen them again–they were nothing but strangers to her now. 

Evelyn cut off the speaker on the other end of the line, her voice bright as she shared good news. “Mom, I’m pregnant.” 

On the other end of the call, Mrs. Caldwell’s attention immediately shifted to her daughter’s unborn child. She began discussing with 

Mr. Caldwell how to rearrange their company affairs so they could visit Evelyn in Silverpine as soon as possible. 

Once the arrangements were settled, Evelyn hung up and exhaled, putting the matter of those three out of her mind entirely. 

“Honey, come try this new dish I learned!” 

In a divided village, a young man from the lower village falls for his childhood friend. 

Liam’s voice carried from the kitchen. 

“Coming!”