Chapter 425

Before she could land a slap across his face, his hand shot out, gripping her wrist in a vice.

In the dim light, Haynes' handsome features flickered in and out of shadow.

"You've hit me enough times, Stella. That's enough."

His grasp on her wrist was unyielding there was no chance of escape.

Stella lifted her eyes, staring at Haynes with a hatred and disgust she'd never felt so sharply before.

"You stole what was mine and handed it to Rachel behind my back, didn't you?"

She didn't wait for him to answer. "If I'm not mistaken, you not only turned down Mr. Walden's offer for me, but you brought Rachel to meet him instead, didn't you? Let me guess you also told Mr. Walden that I'm just a housewife, barely educated, that I've spent years running the O'Brien household, and it'd be a waste to give me that opportunity. Much better to hand it over to Rachel, right? She's so hardworking, so resilient-battling a terminal illness and never giving up. Giving me that chance would just be throwing it away, wouldn't it?"

Her voice was questioning, but her expression was utterly certain.

What was left to doubt?

Her wedding had been like this. Her necklace, the same. And now, even the opportunity that should have been hers had been stripped away.

"Haynes, why is it that anything of mine-you always give it to Rachel, without a second thought? Did

he finally spoke, his voice was low and hoarse, swallowed

She needs this chance more than you

fingers trembled so much that the blow barely stung, but it didn't matter. It was all she

bitterly, her eyes never leaving his. "You want

Let's

that you can gift

icy. "Oh, I know the only thing left is my life. After all, she's dying, and I'm perfectly healthy. So why not hurry up and kill me while I'm not looking, take my life for

eyes, glimmering with

long time. Ever since she'd decided to

shed another tear for this

as he once again took something that should have been hers, she

her, his deep eyes faltering as he saw the tears brimming in

almost without thinking, to wipe a tear from the

her head

squeezed her eyes shut, refusing to let a single tear

several long, shuddering breaths, trying

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