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I trembled and glared at her. During the first four tries, I had gone into the operating room full of hope, only to be told that the match failed. I coughed up blood every night, and I lost large clumps of hair. I only thought that I was unlucky, but this was all because Seth and Julius wanted to take revenge for Jody. Hate burned in my heart. Out of nowhere, I gained strength and lunged at Jody like a mad woman to grab her neck. “Die!” Jody was not expecting me to suddenly attack her, and she fell on the floor. “Help! Elena lost her mind! Julius, Seth, help me!”

The pain, the suffocation, and the smell of burning flesh crushed the last of my psychological defenses. My face turned deathly pale. For the first time, I lowered my pride and begged. “Janine, I’ll give up. I won’t compete anymore. I’ll never bother you again. Just let me go. In this kind of heat… I’ll really die.” She had never seen me beg before. For a split second, her eyes wavered. However, just as she was about to speak, Mr. O’Connor’s butler suddenly appeared and leaned close to whisper in her ear.

"The owner of that suitcase was killed by you, and you still won't admit it?" "No!" Vanessa snapped immediately. "Stop making things up! How could that ugly, filthy old woman possibly be Declan's mother? His mother would be graceful and gentle. She'd be beautiful enough to rival the Moon Goddess herself. "That disgusting old wolf was nothing but some lowly stray. Selena, you obviously sent her to sabotage me and frame me." I shook my head and laughed softly. "No…" The broken sound came from Declan. He moved like a puppet with its strings cut, staggering toward the suitcase one step at a time. Then he bent down and picked up a thorn brooch set with moonstone.

It was time to end this for good. The potion burned bitterly as it slid down my throat, setting every inch of me ablaze. My muscles twisted in agony, like countless ants were devouring me from the inside. I clutched my chest, curling into a ball as sweat poured out of me in rivers. But none of that pain compared to the ache in my heart. I knew this suffering was necessary. It was the only way to cut Grayson out completely and start fresh. When the torment finally faded, relief washed over me. Even the air felt fresh. I pulled off the ring he'd given me at our wedding and tossed it into the street, watching as passing cars crushed it.

“Was Aria Sterling’s aka Zara Winterborn’s return planned? Why did she decide to reincarnate now?” My eyes skim through the article while I drive and my heart drops. This isn't only exposure. This is destruction. To Zara’s reputation, credibility, and career. Everything is gone in the twinkle of an eye. Burned to ashes. I dial her bodyguard again. “How is she? Are you guys out already?” “I'm inside now. Heading towards their table but something’s not right,” he says, seemingly calm despite the situation. “What is it?” I pause to listen to him.

01 00:03]: [Happy New Year… I miss you so much. [2022.Mar.08 15:22]: [I'm going to ask you one last time. Do you want to meet up or not?] [2022.May.20 13:14]: [You'll regret this! What on earth do you like about Ayla? She's just a housewife whose life revolves around the kitchen!] [2022.Jul.30 22:08]: [Please, just say something to me in response…] The last message that Shane had actually read was the one he had sent two years earlier when he broke up with her.

Me: Text Kaden and tell him to get out of the fucking store. Jade: What? Why? Me: Because Tristain is on his way and he’s fucking pissed. Jade: Holy fucking shit. How mad is he? Me: Mad enough for you to STOP TEXTING ME AND TELL KADEN TO GET OUT. Jade: Alright, texting him now.

"He doesn't." "He knew you were with me tonight." She kept her voice even. "You didn't tell anyone where you were going. Your assistant only knew the club name, not who you were meeting." She slid the phone back across the table. "So either Marcus has someone watching you physically, or he has access to something he shouldn't." The silence that followed was the kind that had texture. Stellan picked up the phone. He looked at the message again. Something moved through his expression — not just anger. Something older than that. The particular betrayal of a person who gave twelve years of trust to the wrong man.

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"She's just a kid. A little soothing, and she'll forget about it." "Get out!" I screamed, powerless with rage, and shoved them both out of the room. "I don't want to see you!" I slammed the door, and silence swallowed me. I sat among the shards of the crystal keepsake and cried until I had nothing left. Maybe my parents were up in heaven, telling me it was time to end the debt, to stop trapping myself in this cage. Once my tears dried, I gathered the broken crystals into a box. On the back of the hospital procedure sheet, I wrote, [No. 98].