Rewrite My Fate의 모든 챕터: 챕터 21 - 챕터 30

“Don’t test me,” I hiss before dragging Barbara into the pantry. The heavy door creaks shut, cutting off the muffled clatter of the cafeteria. I don't let go of Barbara’s arm; I shove her back against the shelf. She grunts. “Get your hands off me, you psychotic little social climber! You’re a fake friend.” “You’re one to talk,” I say, leaving her arm. “I don't know what happened to you. But this isn't you, Jade.” “Really? Because I’m standing up for myself? This is the happiest I’ve ever been. But you wouldn't know that because you were never my friend.” Barbara’s eyes turn dark. “That’s a lie. I’m the only one who cares for you.” I fold my arms, amused by the audacity. “If you care about me, you’ll stay out of my life.” I lower my voice, saying, “One more word about me in that office and I promise you’ll hate me more than you already do.” A vein bulges in her neck as anger radiates off her. “You think because you’re sharing a bed with a Hemsworth, you’re untouchable? I

I’m starting to regret coming here. The smell of expensive lilies and perfume fills the air. Underneath it is the pleasant aroma of different dishes. Victoria sees us. She then wears a toothless smile that seems genuine. “Zayn, darling! You’re finally here,” she calls out. “Victoria,” Zayn acknowledges, his grip on my waist tightening, pulling me flush against his side. “I didn't realize you were on the guest list for a family dinner. I’m guessing you don't understand what family means.”Victoria steps forward. Her gaze rakes over my floral dress, a flash of pure jealousy crossing her face before she masks it with a smirk. “Grandma insisted I come. We have history. Unlike some people who were picked up off the street on their wedding day. And family isn't always blood-related. That’s why I brought someone along. After all, old friends should stick together, shouldn't they, Jade?”Barbara stands beside Victoria with a fake smile. She doesn't look at Zayn. Her focus is on me. She embr

Zayn hasn't spoken much since we stormed out of the Hemsworth mansion. We’re back at his estate. He’s walking in front, and the silence is killing me.“I’m not a thief,” I hear myself say. He stops in his tracks. “I wasn't the woman in your brother’s bed,” I continue, despite the pounding in my heart. “I didn't tell you about the wristwatch because I’d actually forgotten about it and never knew it was going to be a problem later on. I’m sorry. I know it must have taken you by surprise.”His shoulders relax. He turns, the intensity of his stare causing my heart to skip a beat.“I believe you,” he says quietly, his voice dropping to a vibration I feel in my marrow. “And I don't care about Damon’s wristwatch. He never reported it missing because the scandal of where he lost it—and who he lost it to—would cost more than the piece itself. My family didn't want their name dragged in the mud over some wristwatch which could be easily replaced.”“It’s a very expensive piece.”“Not as expensiv

I’ve always known my parents didn’t treat me the way they treated my brother, Mason. Growing up, I told myself it was because I was a girl who needed scolding so I wouldn’t run off and get pregnant like the other kids my age. But seeing the pure, unfiltered hatred in my mother’s eyes—hearing it in every harsh syllable of her voice—hits me all over again. I hold back my tears at her regret for birthing me. I swallow the lump in my throat, refusing to let her see me fracture. Does giving birth to me also give her the right to have a hand in destroying my life? To ultimately murder the woman I was trying to become? “Jade,” she wheezes, pressing her dirty fingers to the glass. “The bail? Have you paid the bail?” “There is no bail, Mom,” I say, my voice stronger now despite the tears I’m holding back. “What do you mean there’s no bail money? Are you going to let us rot in here?” She slams her hand against the glass, her gaze hardening. “Your brother and father are sick. You’re ou

ZAYNDave leads me to Grandmother’s private study as though I’ve forgotten the way. He’s been talking the entire walk—something about an emergency at home that pulled him away.“I’ll be back on full duty by tomorrow morning,” he says brightly. “I hope you didn't mind the absence, Sir.”“You can do whatever you want, Dave. I truly don't mind.”He lets out a sharp snort, stopping just before the heavy double doors. “Oh, come on. You say that with such indifference it’s like you don't care if I’m here or not.”He reaches for the handles and turns to me. “Do you care about me at all?” My gaze bore into him without flinching, my lips pressed into a thin line. A second passes and I don't utter a word. That gives him the answer I want him to presume. Another second passes and he lets out a debilitating sigh.“You really are a piece of work,” he mutters dejectedly, believing I don't care about him. “The boss is waiting.”He swings the doors open. I step into the room, hearing Dave shut the d