Flames engulfed Stella, eating away at her body. She screamed for help, desperate, but the door was locked.
She rushed to the sink for water—nothing. The taps were dry.
Grabbing a shirt, she tried to smother the fire, but the flames only climbed higher, growing fiercer with every second.
Five agonizing minutes passed before someone broke down the door.
She could still remember the way she looked—her body charred beyond recognition.
Caleb clutched Stella in his arms, sobbing as he raced to get her to the hospital.
But she never made it. She was gone before they even arrived.
The police quickly uncovered the cause of the fire: Stella’s clothes had been laced with something flammable.
All eyes turned to her.
After all, she was the one who’d given Stella those clothes.
How could that be possible?
Why would she ever hurt someone who loved her so much?
She tried everything to explain herself, but nobody listened.
That’s when Celine and Marshall stepped forward and pointed the finger at her—declaring her the murderer.
It all clicked into place.
Celine had once complained that ever since Caleb started dating, he’d been neglecting his own sister.
Only then did she realize: Celine wanted to kill two birds with one stone—get rid of both Stella and her.
It was tragic. Caleb never saw through Celine’s plotting, not even in the end.
Locked up, she heard that seven years after Stella’s death, Caleb’s family arranged a date for him. But a few days before the engagement, the girl was killed in a car accident.
After that, Caleb stayed single—at least, he was still alone when she finally got out.
Looking back, everything made a twisted kind of sense.
Celine would never allow anyone Caleb loved to stay by his side.
“Don’t let them push you around. If you can’t handle it, just come find me,” Stella’s voice yanked her out of her spiraling thoughts.


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