The Abandoned Wife Dumped Him First (Victoria and Elias) novel Chapter 81

The light in Victoria's eyes dimmed. She wanted to argue that she hadn’t pretended to be anyone else, and she sure hadn’t enjoyed being treated like his savior.

But she had said all this five years ago.

And he hadn't believed her then.

He had held up the photo left at the scene, burnt down to a quarter of its original size, and questioned her, "Then tell me, why is the person in this photo Genevieve, not you? You said this was a picture of you and her together. Where's the original?"

At the time, Victoria had lowered her head, silent.

Because...the original was gone.

She had no way to prove the fragmented photo was of them together, just as she now had no way to prove that Genevieve had climbed over the railing herself last night. She was utterly defenseless against the accusations.

Victoria's mind snapped back from the memory of Elias's relentless questioning five years ago. She asked in a hoarse voice, "You’ve already decided I pushed her, so why bother asking? It doesn’t matter what I say, does it?"

Elias was caught off guard, momentarily stunned.

Her answer truly didn't matter.

He had heard it with his own ears, and everyone had seen it with their own eyes. Without a doubt, she was the culprit.

But for some reason, he wanted to hear her explanation, to hear her admit it herself. It was like that was the only way he could really believe she was capable of something so cruel.

Elias held her gaze, and suddenly the hand clamped around her arm felt unbearably hot.

Victoria had beautiful eyes.

He had thought so the very first time he saw her.

Five years ago, after he was rescued, he woke up after half a month in a coma. People crowded around his hospital bed, their voices a grating noise. He turned his head slightly and saw a slim young woman standing quietly behind Lucian.

Victoria was wearing an apricot-colored dress, her slightly curled, long hair draped over her shoulders. A breeze from the window swept in, tousling the fine hairs at her forehead.

He had just woken up, and his vision was blurry.

But he could still clearly see her eyes, as clear as a spring. With just one glance, he found it hard to look away.

After the examination ended and the crowd dispersed, Lucian stepped out to take a call, leaving her in the room.

Their eyes met. She seemed to notice his gaze and, thinking he wanted water, brought a cup to his bedside.

It was then that he noticed the gauze on her forehead and the visible scrapes on her fair arm.

A flash of white crossed his mind. Looking into her eyes, he asked, "Was it you who saved me?"

Victoria blinked in surprise. "How did you know..."

"Because of your eyes."

Her eyes were just like the ones he’d seen right before he blacked out—steady, clear, and so dark they almost shone.

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