Revenge Forged in Prison
Chapter 179: I Am Not You
Caleb spoke with cool detachment. “Before today, I wasn’t certain. But seeing you now, watching how easily you lie and bend your principles for Raquel, I finally understand. Back then, when you both turned your backs on me… it wasn’t without reason.”
Flustered, Joseph snapped, “If you’re going to accuse us, Caleb, you’d better have proof!”
Caleb’s gaze shifted to Raquel. “Isn’t her reaction proof enough?”
Joseph instinctively followed his eyes. Raquel’s face had gone pale; her body was trembling ever so slightly. She was clearly guilty.
The moment he saw her like that, Joseph’s bluster faded. His confidence cracked.
“She’s just scared because you were too violent!” Joseph stammered, grasping at straws.
Caleb let out a cold, mirthless laugh. “Still making excuses? You and Raquel were already involved before I got thrown into prison, weren’t you?”
Joseph fell silent, unable to deny it.
After a beat, he scoffed. “Well, if you weren’t so useless, do you really think your fiancée would have ended up in my arms?”
This was essentially a confession.
Rage surged through Caleb like a tidal wave. Without another word, he lunged forward, his fist slamming into Joseph’s face. “You jerk! After everything I did for you… How many times did I bail you out when you got in trouble? And this is how you repay me?”
Joseph, livid from the sudden blow, snapped, “What did you expect me to do? She came to me willingly. Was I supposed to just ignore her? I’m not like you, Caleb. You only ever had eyes for Raquel. Me? I don’t turn anyone down. The more women, the better. I have far more tricks up my sleeve than you, so it’s no wonder she chose me over you!”
There wasn’t the slightest hint of remorse on his face, only smug satisfaction.
Caleb’s fist tightened, knuckles white with tension, then he released it. What’s the point? Wasting energy on people like them… it simply isn’t worth it anymore. Raquel was the past. And he had no intention of dragging that baggage into his future.
A sudden thought crossed his mind, and a dry, amused chuckle slipped from his lips. “Does Jesse know about the two of you?”
Just imagining Jesse chasing after that so-called perfect woman, completely unaware he was already playing second fiddle, made Caleb want to laugh out loud. This was karma; Jesse had tried to take everything from him—his status, his reputation, even his fiancée. And in the end, the woman Jesse clung to had already become someone else’s prized possession.
He can have her. A woman like that? I’m done with her. Caleb sneered.
Joseph’s face flickered between pale and flushed, clearly at a loss for words. His jaw tightened, but nothing came out.
Raquel, humiliated, turned on her heel and stormed toward her car.
“Raquel! Raquel, wait!” Joseph called after her, but it was as if she didn’t hear him. She started the engine and peeled away from the curb.
Joseph’s shoulders sagged in defeat. She had finally agreed to go out with him, but now, because of Caleb, everything had gone up in smoke.
Grinding his teeth, he spat, “Caleb… you ruined my date. I swear, I’ll make you pay for this.”
With a faint smile, Caleb said, “You’d do better to worry about yourself, Mr. Doyle. I’d wager by tomorrow, your little entanglement with her will be making headlines.”
His gaze swept over the growing crowd, laced with cold contempt. Joseph followed his line of sight, only to see several bystanders holding up their phones, recording everything.
His expression twisted in fury. “Stop filming! I said, no more filming!”