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That night, I had a rare dream about what happened after my death in my previous life.
After I stabbed Phyllis in the chest with the cake knife,, I died in excruciating pain.
She was rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment.
Outside the operating room, Finnian grabbed Ulric's collar.
"You fucking promised you'd arrange everything—that you'd protect her—"
Ulric wrenched his hand away, his voice cold as ice.
"I already agreed to share her with you. You're just a bastard—without my help, how could you ever control the Wintermere fortune? Don’t push your fucking luck."
Finnian staggered backward, arguing.
"Your help? It was actually—"
He abruptly cut himself off mid-sentence.
Ulric sneered.
"Yes, it's my sister helped you. But she's dead now."
"And the one who arranged for that acid attack? That was you. Or did you fucking forget?"
Finnian stood in silence.
The red light on the operating room sign blinked ominously.
Moments later, Phyllis was wheeled out.
The doctor looked grim. "The patient remains in critical condition..."
Finnian's gaze passed over her bloodless, pale face and trembled slightly.
Then he replied calmly. "I haven't forgotten."
"And I've never regretted it."
I woke up gasping.
Rushed to the bathroom, clutching the toilet as I dry heaved until my stomach cramped.
When I finally stood up, bracing myself against the sink, I caught my reflection in the mirror.
"No regrets..." I muttered. "Fine. This time around, you'll regret ever being born."
"Just wait it."
On the day of the centennial performance, I ran into Phyllis by the campus lake.
She was wearing a subtly luxurious silver cocktail dress with an expensive diamond necklace.
I had no doubt Ulric had gifted it to her as a consolation prize.
"Ivetta, you really think being a Wintermere will protect you forever?" she hissed.
"You've bullied me for so long—did you really think I wouldn't fight back?"
"I'll make you pay a thousand times over."
"So what if you know about Finnian and me? He loves ME. Your brother only loves ME."
"You? You’re just a fucking nobody who’ll never be loved by anyone."
After her long-winded speech, I just smiled and replied. "How’s the toilet water taste?"
Then I walked away as her face turned livid.
As evening approached, a fiery sunset spread across the horizon.
My dance team and I changed into our costumes and hurried toward the backstage entrance.
Halfway there, I realized my final prop—the one I had prepared for the closing act—was missing.
"Did I leave it in the dance studio?"
I thought carefully, deciding to go back for it.
Viola looked at me. "Want me to come with you?"
"Nah, it’s fine." I waved her off. "It’s not heavy, I’ll be quick. You guys go ahead and start makeup, and make sure the set designer gets our props in order."
The massive building was eerily empty. I lifted my gold-trimmed skirt and strode up the stairs.
But just as I reached the last flight before the dance studio—I stopped dead in my tracks.
Standing just a few steps away was a figure.
The golden-red sunset streamed through the window, illuminating only half his face.
The other half remained in darkness, his eyes as deep and mysterious as ocean whirlpools.
Finnian.
His voice was low, quiet, but there was something heavy in it.
"Ivetta… what are you doing?"
After I stabbed Phyllis in the chest with the cake knife,, I died in excruciating pain.
She was rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment.
Outside the operating room, Finnian grabbed Ulric's collar.
"You fucking promised you'd arrange everything—that you'd protect her—"
Ulric wrenched his hand away, his voice cold as ice.
"I already agreed to share her with you. You're just a bastard—without my help, how could you ever control the Wintermere fortune? Don’t push your fucking luck."
Finnian staggered backward, arguing.
"Your help? It was actually—"
He abruptly cut himself off mid-sentence.
Ulric sneered.
"Yes, it's my sister helped you. But she's dead now."
"And the one who arranged for that acid attack? That was you. Or did you fucking forget?"
Finnian stood in silence.
The red light on the operating room sign blinked ominously.
Moments later, Phyllis was wheeled out.
The doctor looked grim. "The patient remains in critical condition..."
Finnian's gaze passed over her bloodless, pale face and trembled slightly.
Then he replied calmly. "I haven't forgotten."
"And I've never regretted it."
I woke up gasping.
Rushed to the bathroom, clutching the toilet as I dry heaved until my stomach cramped.
When I finally stood up, bracing myself against the sink, I caught my reflection in the mirror.
"No regrets..." I muttered. "Fine. This time around, you'll regret ever being born."
"Just wait it."
On the day of the centennial performance, I ran into Phyllis by the campus lake.
She was wearing a subtly luxurious silver cocktail dress with an expensive diamond necklace.
I had no doubt Ulric had gifted it to her as a consolation prize.
"Ivetta, you really think being a Wintermere will protect you forever?" she hissed.
"You've bullied me for so long—did you really think I wouldn't fight back?"
"I'll make you pay a thousand times over."
"So what if you know about Finnian and me? He loves ME. Your brother only loves ME."
"You? You’re just a fucking nobody who’ll never be loved by anyone."
After her long-winded speech, I just smiled and replied. "How’s the toilet water taste?"
Then I walked away as her face turned livid.
As evening approached, a fiery sunset spread across the horizon.
My dance team and I changed into our costumes and hurried toward the backstage entrance.
Halfway there, I realized my final prop—the one I had prepared for the closing act—was missing.
"Did I leave it in the dance studio?"
I thought carefully, deciding to go back for it.
Viola looked at me. "Want me to come with you?"
"Nah, it’s fine." I waved her off. "It’s not heavy, I’ll be quick. You guys go ahead and start makeup, and make sure the set designer gets our props in order."
The massive building was eerily empty. I lifted my gold-trimmed skirt and strode up the stairs.
But just as I reached the last flight before the dance studio—I stopped dead in my tracks.
Standing just a few steps away was a figure.
The golden-red sunset streamed through the window, illuminating only half his face.
The other half remained in darkness, his eyes as deep and mysterious as ocean whirlpools.
Finnian.
His voice was low, quiet, but there was something heavy in it.
"Ivetta… what are you doing?"
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