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“Actually,” Ava stepped forward. “That’s not true because these two are no longer married. As of three minutes ago, they are officially divorced!” She proudly announced, not knowing those words would set hell loose.Silas turned his eyes slowly, his deep voice low and cold, “What did you just say?”“Ava.” Lena shared a look of fear with Ava and shook her head in warning, but it was too late.“Divorce? Silas would never agree to that! Are you hallucinating?” Anna asked with a scoff, but Owen was watching his son with that calculating look.“Silas?” He called, but Silas remained cold as ever even with a storm brewing inside his chest.“Now’s not the time.” He then turned to the doctor, “I’ll tell you my decision later. For now, do everything you can knowing what the consequences will be if you fail to save them.”The doctor nodded and quickly walked away. Silas then turned to face Ava, his full attention on her, and that was the least of what she expected.Ava swallowed. Immediately re
Silas' eyes narrowed, taking slow, dangerous steps towards the doctor, but his father placed his hand on his chest, shaking his head and telling him to slow down. "What weren't you expecting?” Dahlia’s father asked, equally rising to his feet.The doctor looked from Silas to everyone else before lowering his gaze to the report."We found traces of a toxin in Mrs. Scott's bloodstream."Angela frowned. Her heart raced, not knowing what he was implying. "What do you mean by that?"“Well, if you just shut up, you’ll be able to hear him explain!” Anna responded, her tone laced with irritation. James and Lena wanted to put Annalise in her place, but Ava shook her head at them. “Dahlia’s condition comes first.” She said calmly.Anna scoffed, her eyes full of hatred, but she remained silent, gesturing for the Doctor to go ahead, Doctor Miles swallowed."Initially, we believed her collapse was solely due to blood loss from her reopened stitches and the injuries sustained in the acci-.” Joy
“Silas, that’s a little extreme.” Anna Scott stepped forward, with Joyce closely behind, as if she were glued to his mother. "No one tied Dahlia to that chair and forced her to paint. It's unfair for you to threaten these competent doctors."“No, he is right.” Owen Scott said. “Where my son ends is where I’ll continue from to make your lives miserable.” He threatened. Anna turned to scold her husband, but before she could step in, Lena stepped in,“Smart of you to threaten the very people who have my sister’s life in their hands!”“Lena!” Angela scolded, but Lena refused to listen as she turned to face Joyce, anger flashing through her eyes,“And what is this bitch doing here? If she hadn’t stolen my sister’s painting, we wouldn’t be here!” She tried to grab Joyce’s hair, but Joyce hid behind Anna Scott. Anna shielded her before turning angrily to a fuming Lena,“Watch your mouth! Joyce was a victim, and you know it!”“I see where Silas gets his sorry manners.” Lena spat angrily, not
The line went dead, and Joyce threw her phone onto the passenger seat and gripped the steering wheel so hard her nails dug into the leather.Her eyes were bloodshot with rage, and her heart was beating so hard and fast that all she wanted to do was draw the life out of Dahlia. She was the weapon formed against her plans, and Joyce believed once she was out of her life all would go well. She would have her dream man and eventually her dream life, but no matter what she did, no plan seemed to work in her favour!Everything had gone wrong.Everything.The poison hadn't stopped Dahlia.The accident hadn't stopped Dahlia.The competition hadn't stopped Dahlia.And worst of all...Silas had run straight past her like she didn’t exist and rushed the very woman he was supposed to hate!Joyce felt something dark twist inside her chest, and she gripped the phone so tightly her knuckles turned white."Damn you, Dahlia. It must be that bastard you’re carrying that is making him run to you this way
It was against the rules for anyone on the judging panel to show favoritism or react to a contestant's work before the final evaluation. Yes, this was just a redo to enter into the main competition, but it still counted as just as important.Yet Queen Kennedy couldn't stop herself. Her hand flew to her mouth, trying to cover the shock,"Oh my God..."The words slipped out before she could stop them.The entire room stared at the giant screen, and they were all astonished by what they saw. Meanwhile, online viewers had completely forgotten Joyce existed, and she noticed it too, making her chest burn in jealousy and rage. This was supposed to be her moment. The morning when she would shine and put Dahlia to shame, making Silas finally kick her out, but her plan had once again turned to dust.The comments online were not helping the situation. They were moving so fast that they were impossible to read."Is she painting her pain?""Why am I crying?""Someone help her.""She looks like she
“Dahlia?” Thomas called from the sidelines, but she ignored him. He looked around, but no one was allowed into the center. “Dahlia!” He called again, but she ignored him once again.She couldn't stop now.Not after everything.Not after nearly dying on the road.Not after being called a thief and losing her integrity.Not when this was a promise she made to her grandmother and certainly not when a life had already been lost because of it.After taking another deep breath, she dipped her brush into black paint and continued. She pulled back about to paint, when she felt a painful pull at her side, making her suck in a deep breath.She bit her bottom lip, about to continue with the center, when she felt something warm trickle down her clothes, making her freeze in place. She looked down, and her stomach dropped at the sight of her stitches reopening.A dark stain slowly spread beneath her blouse, and then drops of blood hit the floor.Gasps erupted throughout the hall. Making everyone







