Crystal Foster looked at the visibly upset Alex Elliott across from her and suddenly found herself at a loss for words. She let out a long sigh before finally speaking.
"Because love never follows a set order."
Hearing this, Alex seemed to lose his anchor, visibly deflating.
Crystal felt a pang of guilt. After all, Alex was Sylvia Byrne's childhood friend, but she knew Sylvia's heart better than anyone. Even if Sylvia were standing here, the person she loved wouldn't be Alex.
"Alex, fate doesn't care about who came first, and neither does love. You love the Sylvia you grew up with, not the person I am now. I'm Martin Riley's wife, and he's the only one I love."
"Stop it!" Alex shouted, his voice filled with anguish. "I don't want to hear this. I've loved you for over a decade. Why can't you just look back at me? What does Martin have that I don't?"
