He couldn't believe she was alive—especially after everything that had happened in City B.
What infuriated him most was how well she seemed to be doing.
Her face was still beautiful, her cheeks full and rosy, her clothes clean and tidy.
It was as if the disaster had never touched her—like she had never suffered at all.
Meanwhile, he looked rough and ragged.
In that moment, regret clawed at him. He should never have annulled their engagement… or cheated on her.
But it was too late.
Lydia looked at him with cold disdain. This man had brought her so much pain.
If Elena hadn't found her in time, she might not have survived.
"You thought I was dead? Well, too bad—I'm doing better than you," she said sharply.
Marc only glared, still aching from Elena's earlier beating.
Then Lydia took her revenge—each strike of the whip releasing the anger and sorrow she had buried inside.
When she finally stopped, Oslo stepped forward and gently took the whip from her hand.
