The next day, Natalic finally “mercifully” returned the wedding dress.
But when Stella opened the box, she felt like she’d plunged into an icy abyss-
The dress had been cut to shreds, not a single piece of embroidery left intact!
“Natalie!” She looked up sharply, her eyes blood–red.
Natalie tilted her head with a smile, her tone light: “If I can’t have it, why should you?”
Stella couldn’t control herself any longer. She grabbed Natalie’s collar: “You’re dead!”
Natalie cried out in surprise, deliberately leaning backward and falling with a splash into the swimming pool!
“Help! Adrian-!”
Adrian, Lucas, and Maxwell rushed over, jumping into the water without hesitation to rescue Natalie.
Soaking wet, Natalie shivered in Adrian’s arms, crying dramatically: “Stella… Stella pushed me…”
“Stella!” Lucas grabbed her throat, his eyes menacing. “You’re asking for death!”
Maxwell ordered his security team: “Put her in the water chamber!”
The water chamber was the most brutal private punishment in high society.
A transparent glass box where victims were locked inside while water levels gradually rose until they nearly drowned, then drained, the torture repeated multiple times.
Stella’s face turned ghostly white as they forced her inside.
She couldn’t swim.
The frigid water rose past her knees, waist, chest… finally submerging her head completely.
She struggled desperately, but oxygen depleted rapidly. Her lungs burned as darkness clouded her vision.
Just as she approached unconsciousness, the water level slowly dropped.
She collapsed on the floor, coughing violently, but before she could catch her breath-
WHOOSH!
The water filled the chamber again!
After three cycles, she was nearly unconscious.
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Adrian kicked in the glass wall, yanking her up by her hair, his voice glacial: “You used this fucking hand to push Natalic. Now it will pay the price.”
“I’ve said many times: Natalie is our bottom line.”
He picked up a sharp shard of glass and slashed it across her wrist!
“AHHH-!”
As the glass sliced through flesh, Stella screamed in agony.
Blood gushed out–her tendon had been severed.
When she regained consciousness, she was in her own bed with a private doctor dressing her wound.
“Miss Bennett…” the doctor sighed. “Your tendon is severed. You’ll… never play piano again.”
Stella stared blankly at her bandaged right hand as tears silently fell.
The hand she had once been so proud of…
The hand Adrian had once said he “wanted to hear play piano for a lifetime“…
The doctor hesitated, then retrieved a bottle of medicine from the bottom of his bag, placing it beside her pillow.
“Miss Bennett, this is the neural repair medication you commissioned at great expense… it’s been successful.”
“Just one dose, and they’ll recover their memories.”
“Whether to use it… is entirely your decision.”
After the doctor left, Stella slowly picked up the bottle, her fingers trembling.
Suddenly she smiled, a pale, tragic smile.
“Of course I’ll use it…”
“Otherwise… how will they ever understand the pain I’m feeling now?”
She couldn’t wait.
Couldn’t wait to see their faces when they remembered everything–that gut–wrenching regret.
While Stella recovered at home, she contemplated how to administer the medicine to Adrian, Lucas, and Maxwell. Before she could act, however, the parents of all three men arrived at her door with their sons.
Mrs. Hayes immediately teared up, taking Stella’s hand: “Stella, we’ve heard about recent events. These three brats… we’ve brought them here to apologize! Don’t blame them–they lost their memories and forgot you’re the one they love most.”
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