Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Sylvia watched Rupert walk away, his figure growing smaller with each step. Her eyes went cold, but her face showed no surprise. She tilted her head up at the overcast sky, letting out a bitter smile that looked pale even to herself.

Well, it all happened just as she expected.

Back in her previous life, Naomi and Edwin's car crash had to be linked to this partnership. Rupert had lied to her, saying the crash happened because Naomi and Edwin were helping her dig up dirt on Bridget. But that was just a distraction —a way to keep her from noticing the real story.

She never realized that the mysterious husband Kay married was actually Edwin. She didn't catch on to how, right after the accident, Rupert started a big business venture with Kay.

Looking back, the clues were all there. Bridget had never mentioned the accident to her, and with Bridget's two-faced personality-sweet in public, vicious in private —she would have jumped at the chance to rub Sylvia's nose in it. But Sylvia had been too consumed by the image of Naomi's broken body, unable to sleep, barely holding it together.

The only things keeping her going were her hatred for Bridget...and Stella.

But in the end, Stella died too.

It was only now Sylvia realized: her whole life had been built on one big lie. She took a deep breath, tore her gaze from the gray sky, and walked away.

The Parking Lot.

The car door was flung open. Reese clung to it, struggling to catch her breath. Rupert steadied her, pushing a handful of pills into her mouth.

A few moments later, color returned to Reese's cheeks. She leaned against Rupert, reaching for him and hugging him tight.

she murmured, "I left my purse in your car and

take you to

please. I've spent enough time in hospitals. Just let me stay like this for a minute, okay?" Reese's eyes

into the backseat and letting her rest against

and closed her eyes, comforted. She even nuzzled into his jacket, as if trying

Until...

cold and sharp. "How did you and Yves meet Ms.

skipped a beat. She opened

she searched his face, she couldn't read

overseas for

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visited me

how she met him."

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degrees. Even the air

stared down at her hands,

her. The warmth and safety she'd felt

wind blew through the open car door, chilling Reese to the

Panicked, she grabbed Rupert's