Chapter 6
The girl looked childish. She threw herself into Elias’s arms, laughing: “Brother, you’re back. I thought you’d abandon me again.”
The familiar feeling made my whole body tremble.
Even my fingertips couldn’t help but turn cold.
This face was still childish, but I would never forget it even in death–this was the mistress Elias had protected for ten years.
So, they had known each other all along.
The young Faye suddenly looked toward me at the end of the alley, her gaze full of possessiveness.
She intimately tugged on the boy’s arm: “Brother, is this the sister you said keeps clinging to you?”
“She’s pretty. Why do you dislike her?”
Though young, she had already learned to use the most innocent words to drive a wedge between Elias and me.
Elias glanced at me.
He seemed like he wanted to say something but held back.
“Little girl,” I said coldly, “True dislike only comes from caring too much. The wound on his abdomen was received for me. You’re too young to understand.”
I watched as the smug look in the little girl’s eyes gradually gave way to panic, giving me a sense of karmic satisfaction.
In my previous life, she also relied on Elias’s affection to provoke me at every turn.
I handed the invitation to Elias. “Don’t forget to attend my eighteenth birthday party.”
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Not allowing him to refuse, I turned and left.
As I turned, a mocking smile spread across my lips.
Elias Stone, in my previous life, you destroyed me.
This time, it’s my turn.
On my eighteenth birthday.
Dressed in a custom gown, I welcomed friends to the party, but Elias didn’t show up.
I stood by the window, calling him again and again. “Will you come? You’ll definitely come, right?”
The boy was silent for a long time.
He said, “Sorry, Faye has a fever today.
On the other end of the phone, I pretended to sniff, “Of all the people here, I wanted to
invite you the most. I’m very sad… but take good care of your sister.”
Faye was an orphan he picked up on the street the day his family went bankrupt. They were both in misery together.
However, Faye’s feelings for him probably weren’t just sibling affection.
From the little girl, I saw the possessiveness that only women have.
Unfortunately, Elias knew nothing about it,
…
The moment I hung up the phone.
The world became noisy again.
As the star of the birthday party, I was disinterested because my prey hadn’t arrived–until Elias Stone appeared in his school uniform, sticking out like a sore thumb among the crowd.
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Only then did my eyes light up.
His appearance became gossip for many.
“Is that the son of the Stone family who defaulted on their loans?”
“They deserve it. Old man Stone monopolized real estate and God knows how many workers died at his construction sites. The whole family dying is just karma.”
“Strange, how did he get into the Taylor family party?”
All along the way, countless insults and mockery.
The boy’s expression didn’t change. His back was exceptionally straight, like what little pride he had left.
In this life, he seemed braver than in the previous one, actually daring to step into this circle of familiar faces that no longer belonged to him.
I pretended not to see him, deliberately circling the party to toast several rounds, until finally, I stood before the boy with his gloomy expression, feigning surprise as I took his
hand.
Soon, Elias’s ears turned slightly red..
In front of the pile of expensive gifts others had given me, I seemed to mention casually, “Elias Stone, where’s my gift?”
Embarrassment flashed across his face.
Several classmates gathered around, teasing. The boy finally blushed and took out a frame from his backpack.
My friend deliberately interrupted, “Wow, what a special gift. Lily’s never received such a cheap gift before!”
Everyone laughed but said nothing.
Elias pressed his lips together, his face slightly pale.
Chapter 6
It was a picture made of shell fragments, showing a girl in a school uniform, holding books for class, her long hair flying in the wind.
The pic was
made with great care.
It used exactly 6,570 shell fragments. Even my friend frowned, “6,570… that’s exactly 18 years. They say men who know how to please are all Scumbags.”
Me: “…”
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If I hadn’t lived this life again, I wouldn’t have realized my friend was frighteningly perceptive.
I stared at the picture, my lips twisted ironically, “Elias Stone, thank you. I really like it.”
What a pity! It’s too late.
Elias Stone, I will never forgive you again.
