Blane revealed the truth to Helena—Rose had orchestrated everything. She had them both kidnapped and framed Helena for it. To prove his words, Blane showed her evidence, followed by a wedding invitation. David and Rose were getting married.  

Helena's head spun. She had always known David never truly cared for her, but to marry so soon after everything that had happened? And after, what did he do to her? She didn’t care if someone had convinced him she was behind the kidnapping—he was the one who chose to believe it without speaking to her first. That didn't change how he had treated her throughout their marriage, how he had cheated on her, and how he had abandoned her despite seeing her in such a miserable state. He wasn’t a fool. He knew exactly what he was doing.  

Her hands clenched into fists as anger surged through her. Why should he be happy while she was left with nothing? When she had pushed for an annulment, she hadn’t even asked for half of his property as she rightfully could have. But now, she realized that wasn’t fair.  

She was going to ruin that wedding.  

She couldn't let him find happiness after everything he had done. And since he despised public scandal, that was exactly what she would give him. She would destroy his reputation and make him regret every choice he had made.  

Blane chuckled softly, as if he had read her thoughts. “You're going to crash their wedding?”  

Helena gasped. “How did you know?”  

He laughed. “Oh, dear, you’re actually quite simple-minded. Now tell me, what will you do if they stop you at the entrance? They’re not stupid. They might have guards keeping an eye out for you.”  

Helena faltered. She hadn't thought that far. All she had focused on was getting back at them, not how she would actually pull it off.  

“I know it won’t be easy,” she admitted, “but from now until the wedding day, I’ll come up with something. Besides, I have evidence of his affair and of Rose’s involvement in my kidnapping. I know you have grievances with your family, but they are still your family. No matter what you say now, I know you’ll side with them in the end. So I won’t ask for your help. I just hope you’ll at least respect my decision and understand—”  

Before she could finish, Blane cut her off.  

“I won’t side with them,” he said simply.  

Helena’s eyes widened. “What?”  

“I said, I will never side with them. No matter what you do to them.” He paused, then added, “And actually, I want to join you.”  

“Really?” Her eyes gleamed at the thought of having an ally.  

“Yes, Helena. To be blunt, I want revenge—real revenge, not something that can be brushed aside and forgotten. "I want to bring them down.” His voice was steady, filled with cold determination.  

Helena stared at him, stunned.  

“David isn’t my main target,” Blane continued, “but I can use you as an ally. That’s why I’ll help you get your revenge and completely ruin him and Rose—while you help me gather evidence to destroy my stepmother and younger brother.”  

Helena hesitated. “How on earth am I supposed to help you with that?”  

“I’ve been trying to find incriminating evidence against that woman, and my investigation has led me to the company. I believe they’ve been covering up illegal activities, but I haven't been able to get my hands on any proof. They’ve taken extra precautions to keep it hidden from me. That’s where you come in.”  

He leaned forward slightly, his gaze unwavering. “I’ll get you into the company, but first, you need to go back to college, finish your education in a field of my choosing, and become a transformed woman." A woman who will be my fiancée.”  

Helena blinked in shock. “Fiancée?”  

Blane nodded. “We won’t actually get married. It’s just to cause a stir in the family.”  

He continued, “And one more thing—I need you to go to therapy. You need to learn how to handle your emotions. Revenge is a dark path, Helena. If you choose to walk it, you have to be prepared. And I don’t want my nephew’s actions to destroy you completely.”  

His words were firm yet surprisingly kind, as if he genuinely cared about her well-being. But he was right—seeking revenge would lead her down a dangerous road. And then there was the matter of their age difference. Could she really go along with this plan?  

She took a deep breath. “I’m sorry, Mr. Blane, but I have to think about this objectively before making a decision.”  

“I understand.”  

Helena stood, gathering their empty plates and taking them to the kitchen. Blane followed, but when she tried to stop him from helping, he simply told her to sit down—he would handle everything.  

She watched him wash the dishes, and afterward, as the evening settled in, he prepared to leave. Helena decided to walk him to his car.  

Blane opened the door but then paused, turning back to her with a small smile.  

“Helena, don’t get me wrong. I never expected you to accept it immediately. This is something you should think through carefully. But I also want you to know that my offer to help you see a therapist still stands, whether you agree with my proposal or not.”  

She hesitated, and before she could respond, he added, “And Helena, I think you should properly mourn the death of your child. Take your time to grieve and heal. Even though his father was David, I’m sure your child would have been happy to be alive… just like me.”  

As if on cue, Helena’s gaze drifted to the sidewalk, where a mother and her young son walked hand in hand.  

A wave of emotions crashed over her. She had been so happy to welcome her child into the world, and she would have loved him no matter what—even if she had to raise him alone. She would have been content just having him by her side.  

She turned back to Blane, her expression hardening with resolve.  

Even if she didn’t seek revenge on herself, she would do it for her precious baby. Because the truth was undeniable.  

They had killed her child.  

Her fists clenched. “I will get revenge.”