Chapter 4: Traitor

“Oh, please!” Mason sneered.

Tamara burst into laughter. “What? What is ‘please’? Are you saying she’s beautiful?”

“Who’s beautiful? Have you seen her lately? There’s nothing attractive about her. She never takes care of herself, always messy, doesn’t dress well—and did I mention she’s dirty?”

“She’s dirty too? Seriously?” Tamara cracked up.

“Yes. And anytime I try to say something, she runs off like, ‘Ohh, Alisha is crying! Oh my baby!’” He mimicked her tiny voice and chuckled loudly, joined by Tamara, who couldn’t stop laughing.

“She really did raise my child well. Once the divorce is finalized, the three of us can finally be a family,” Tamara said with a wicked smile.

So it was true—Alisha was her child all along!

Eloise clenched her fists, fighting the urge to scream. They had kept her in the dark for all these years!

“I’ve already got the divorce papers ready,” Mason said coldly. “Honestly, she’s not the kind of woman I’d want to show off and say, ‘That’s my wife.’”

' Bastard!' Eloise lips trembled, her breath quivered.

She was dead but everything felt suffocating, her chest tightened with intense pain, one she wished to claw out with her fingers. Tears brimmed in her eyes.

This was the man she loved, the man she gave her everything, including her company. Mason was just a manager who became the CEO after they got married.

' I'm not the kind of wife you want?' her voice trembled as she said in disbelief.

Fury scorched through her cell.

Tamara grinned, loving every bit of what she was hearing. “But Mason, can you wait a little bit longer?” she pouted.

“A little bit longer for what?”

“Before divorcing her.”

“Why? We have everything we want now. Why delay it? And more,” he took a strand of her hair, kissed it, and inhaled. “I can’t wait to have you as my wife and show off your beauty to the world.”

Tamara rolled her eyes, blushing. Her heart beat so fast she almost forgot what she had to say. She cleared her throat and pouted—an expression Mason found adorable.

“It’s not that I don’t want that, but you know I still want to maintain my beauty. And I don’t like stress.”

“But I’m not going to stress you. Who said I won’t take good care of you? You’ve got nothing to worry about,” Mason assured her.

“I know… but Alisha is still a baby, and babies can be so stressful…” she dragged the words. “Let Eloise keep taking care of her. I’m not ready for sleepless nights.”

She feigned a sad expression that melted Mason’s heart.

“Hahahaha… hahahaha…”

Eloise laughed hysterically to herself, tears falling like a dry waterfall. In the end, she had lost.

She lost everything.

You ruined me. You looked me in the eye, watched me rock her to sleep, watched me kiss her scraped knees, sing to her, call her ours—and you said nothing.

You let me grieve a lie while smiling in my face.

And when I caught you with her, you didn’t even flinch.

Eloise screamed in her heart.

It was all lies—

The lies you happily fed me, the lies you made me build my world on.

You knew all along.

She knew all along.

That baby wasn’t mine, and you let me mourn the one I never got to hold… while raising someone else’s.

She wept bitterly, gritting her teeth with anger and pain. She wanted to charge at them and rip out their throat, but her hands only went through them.

Was it too late?

Maybe. Cause now she's dead.

If only she could have a chance, a chance to live again, she would never marry Mason.

No. She would drag both of them straight to hell.

And just then—Her soul was suddenly yanked back—back to the crash site—and slammed into her body once more.

“Please…” she begged. “Give me one more chance. Just one. I’ll right my wrongs. I’ll make them regret everything. Please!!” she cried as everything around her began to fade.

With that, her vision went black, and Eloise took her last breath.

The moment Eloise died, her grandfather’s wristwatch—clutched tightly in her hand—suddenly stopped.

Then, without warning, the hands began to spin backward—fast—until they stopped at 12:00 PM.