Chapter Thirty Two

Varda's POV

I turned around to gaze at Stephen, he had an expressionless look on his face but I had a feeling that he had listened to every bit of my conversation with Fransisca. Regardless of the way he tried to hide his emotions, I could tell that he was shocked, just by the way he took a few steps backward, I knew he was shocked or could I say shocked? Maybe even hurt too? Had I said too much? Honestly, none of it was my fault. I did not understand why I was feeling guilty, not after what Stephen had done to me in the past and even in the present. He never for once felt guilty so why was I even bothering myself to feel guilty?

I gazed at Fransisca and she shrugged at me in response. It seemed like Fransisca knew all along that Stephen was going to walk in on our conversation. Maybe it was her plan all along, to make me turn against Stephen, to make Stephen hate me. Well newsflash, she did not even have to waste her time because we both did not like each other. Fransisca could have