Faking My Death to Destroy My Fiancé - Chapter 7: Chapter 7
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The engagement day crept closer, but Cassandra felt like a ghost drifting through her own life. Every step she took was heavier, burdened by the mounting evidence against Matthew. She'd endure this betrayal—for now. But when the time came, she'd strike with surgical precision.
Julia didn't waste time seizing another chance to flaunt her dominance. At the engagement venue, she strutted in, dressed to kill, every move a calculated challenge aimed straight at Cassandra.
"You look… lovely today," Julia sneered. "Though I have to say, age isn't kind to everyone."
Cassandra's smile didn't flicker. "And you're as brazen as ever, Ms. Julia. Do enjoy your youth while it lasts—it vanishes in a blink."
The air between them crackled, thick with unsaid threats. But Cassandra didn't care. Her mind was made up. Soon, neither Julia nor Matthew would hold any power over her.
As she watched Julia prance around with that trademark arrogance, Cassandra's thoughts drifted to Mavel Street—and the explosion that would wipe this nightmare clean. A bitter smile curled her lips.
Just a little longer.
Maybe Matthew had been tied to Julia long before Cassandra ever entered his life. The realization hit like a punch to the chest, freezing time around her. It wasn't pain—no, it was something darker, something that stole the air from her lungs. If Matthew and Julia went that far back… then what were these seven years between them?
A hollow laugh escaped her. Seven years. What a cruel joke.
The Night Before
On the second-to-last day before the engagement, Matthew dragged Cassandra to the Lawrence family estate for an opera night with his parents. The soaring vocals filled the room, but Cassandra fought to keep her eyes open. The stifling atmosphere only made her skin crawl, so she slipped outside for air.
She checked her phone—and her blood turned to ice.
Julia's latest post, uploaded one minute ago:
"Boyfriend's being extra today—insisting on introducing me to his parents."
The tagged location? Right near the Lawrence mansion.
Her fingers went numb. Her pulse hammered in her throat as another notification flashed. A private message from Julia:
"Guess where I am."
Attached was a photo. The angle was—
Julia didn't waste time seizing another chance to flaunt her dominance. At the engagement venue, she strutted in, dressed to kill, every move a calculated challenge aimed straight at Cassandra.
"You look… lovely today," Julia sneered. "Though I have to say, age isn't kind to everyone."
Cassandra's smile didn't flicker. "And you're as brazen as ever, Ms. Julia. Do enjoy your youth while it lasts—it vanishes in a blink."
The air between them crackled, thick with unsaid threats. But Cassandra didn't care. Her mind was made up. Soon, neither Julia nor Matthew would hold any power over her.
As she watched Julia prance around with that trademark arrogance, Cassandra's thoughts drifted to Mavel Street—and the explosion that would wipe this nightmare clean. A bitter smile curled her lips.
Just a little longer.
Maybe Matthew had been tied to Julia long before Cassandra ever entered his life. The realization hit like a punch to the chest, freezing time around her. It wasn't pain—no, it was something darker, something that stole the air from her lungs. If Matthew and Julia went that far back… then what were these seven years between them?
A hollow laugh escaped her. Seven years. What a cruel joke.
The Night Before
On the second-to-last day before the engagement, Matthew dragged Cassandra to the Lawrence family estate for an opera night with his parents. The soaring vocals filled the room, but Cassandra fought to keep her eyes open. The stifling atmosphere only made her skin crawl, so she slipped outside for air.
She checked her phone—and her blood turned to ice.
Julia's latest post, uploaded one minute ago:
"Boyfriend's being extra today—insisting on introducing me to his parents."
The tagged location? Right near the Lawrence mansion.
Her fingers went numb. Her pulse hammered in her throat as another notification flashed. A private message from Julia:
"Guess where I am."
Attached was a photo. The angle was—
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