Ella hurled question after question, her voice sharp and accusatory. Dan stared back at her, his eyes cold as ice. But despite usually being somewhat afraid of him, Ella felt like she couldn’t breathe. "Marie never loved you. Think about it, after what you did to her last night, how did she treat you?"
Ella assumed the man from last night was Dan.
That only made her hate Marie more.
She had planned everything so precisely. How had Marie still ended up in Dan’s arms?
And judging by Marie’s reaction today to what happened last night…
“She looked like she wanted to kill you. She doesn’t love you at all.”
If she did, how could she have acted like that? Ella was practically hysterical, her voice rising, while Dan’s expression grew darker with every word.
At last, he barked toward the door, “Dennis.”
Dennis had been standing guard outside the whole time.
Especially with Dan having passed out so many times today, Dennis hadn’t dared step away for even a moment.
The moment he heard Dan call, he came in at once. “Sir.”
“Take her out.”
Dennis glanced at Ella.
“Dan…” Ella choked out.
Hearing him order her to leave crushed something in her.
She knew it was because she’d said something he didn’t want to hear. Dan was always like this, every time she said something he didn’t like, he made her disappear.
But she wasn’t just anyone; she was his fiancee. Why did he keep treating me like this?
Dennis seemed unfazed; he looked at Ella and said calmly, “Miss, let’s go.”
Ella drew a shaky breath, tears falling freely down her face. “Whatever feelings you have for her now, it’s too late. She’s already Derrick’s wife. The two of you will never happen in this lifetime.”
Every resentful word Ella spat struck a nerve in Dan.
And his gaze toward her grew even more dangerous.
In the Dawson residence, Stella had a good appetite that evening; she’d eaten three bowls of porridge. a took her for a long walk afterward, and she only managed to sleep without discomfort because of
In the middle of the night, Rianne called. “Stella, I have something to tell you.”
Stella had been fast asleep. The curse she was about to mutter died on her lips the second she heard it was Rianne.
“What is it, Rianne?” she mumbled sleepily.
Her voice was thick with drowsiness.
Rianne winced at the sound. “Sorry, I forgot about the time difference.”
After Jonathan kicked her out of the Reed family, Stella had assumed Lillian wouldn’t last more than a few days. Who would’ve thought I’d survive on the streets for as long as I did?
Fighting fate was one thing, but clawing forward at the expense of others only led to ruin. In the end, something greater was always watching, always keeping count.
But Stella understood. Homeless men?
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