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Steven waved away the memories and wore a nonchalant smile. “Diana, you have to give me a chance to make things right, don’t you?”
Diana shook her head, a bitter smile twisting her features. “I gave you countless chances, Steven. Ninety–nine chances, to be exact. And you never once took them seriously. The Marsh family hurt me, badly, more than eighty times. But you hurt me ninety–nine times. So, tell me, why should I forgive you?”
Steven froze, clearly stunned that she’d kept such a precise tally for so long.
She had borne the brunt of his cruelty ninety–nine times until she could hold on no longer and had to let go. Only he knew the depth of the love she had once harbored for him.
Taking advantage of his momentary shock, Diana pushed him aside.
Caught off guard, he watched as she deftly sidestepped him, slipped on her shoes, and walked out the door.
He stared after her, a sharp pang of regret twisting in his gut.
e murmured, “Ninety–nin
times?” The sheer magnitude of the
number sent a shiver cascading down his spine.
He sneered, “Diana, no matter what you think, from now on
we’re in this together. For better or for worse:
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ready to take him to the police station.
Outside, Diana found Luna waiting in the car.
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Diana slid into the passenger seat. Luna glanced at her. “I’ll drop you at the station. Then, I’m going to pick up Mrs. Foliot. She’s all set.”
Diana nodded. “Okay. Let’s go.”
As Luna drove towards the police station, Steven’s car followed close behind.
Ile sat in the back, fixing his gaze on the passing scenery. His expression was grim.
The internet was ablaze with vitriol directed at Diana.
She texted Nolan, telling him not to intervene just yet.
It wasn’t the right time. Amelie and Mark wanted a public spectacle, so Diana would give them one.
After arranging everything, Diana went to the police station.
At the police station, Jean was almost unrecognizable and was swaddled in a pristine white down jacket. Her hair was drawn back into a severe bun, with her face further obscured by a mask and sunglasses.
The moment Jean laid eyes on Diana, she marched towards Diana furiously.
“Diana! You killed my mother! They found your clothes and
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Through the tinted lenses of her sunglasses, her gaze was venomous as she glared at Diana.
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Diana met her furious gaze with a faint smile. “Ms. Foliot, please calm down. You know exactly how your mother died. You just don’t want to admit it. You’re being played, used as a pawn.”
Jean was rooted to the spot, stunned. She hadn’t expected that even at this moment, Diana would still be so audacious and utter such harsh words.
“You!” Jean sputtered.
Diana patted her shoulder condescendingly and smiled. “Honey, don’t get your feathers ruffled. The real show’s about to begin. You should pay close attention. You’re a daughter with no conscience, no filial piety, who wishes her own mother dead and embraces the mistress. I wonder how that story ends?”
Jean gaped at her in shock. “What are you talking about? Used? Unfilial? Diana, you’re a murderer! You have no right to say those things to me!”
Diana remained silent, thinking that despite Jean’s intelligence, she was still being manipulated. Amelie knew exactly how to pull people’s strings.
“Jean,” Diana said softly, “between your mother and Amelie, who’s the one truly hurting you? Deep down, you know. You craved freedom, so you resented your mother’s discipline.
“Do you think you’ve found some safe haven where you can just enjoy your life now?”
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But Amelie was anything but a safe haven.
It was just the beginning of Jean’s nightmare.
