Chapter 3

The smoke twisted for a moment in the air.

After a while, Richard spoke with a patronizing tone, "Even after the divorce, the Westbrook family is still your home.

"Drop by whenever you feel like it."

His words were so casual, but they felt like a thousand needles piercing my heart. I could barely catch my breath from the pain.

When I first met Richard, he wasn't the head of the Westbrook Group. He was the illegitimate son, the black sheep of a rich family.

He was also the family's outcast.

I was the one who fell for him first.