When fate plays its hand (Miranda)

Chapter 0825

Mindy’s expression remained calm, while Nelly felt her anger burn even hotter upon seeing her composure.

Nelly’s gaze turned icy, and there was a blend of fury and jealousy flashing in her eyes. Suddenly, she let out a cold laugh.

The moonlight fell on her face, casting a pale and somber glow. Paired with her red coat, she looked like a haunting figure from a ghostly tale. Mindy frowned, confusion crossing her features.

“I’ve always envied you,” Nelly began, her voice laced with bitterness. “I envied how you had Mom and Dad’s love, how Timothy always looked after you. Wherever you went, you were the center of attention, the one everyone admired.

“When I stood beside you, I was like the ugly duckling highlighting the swan. But I share the same last name as you! Why wasn’t that enough?”

Mindy furrowed her brow and stepped forward to steady her. “Nelly… you’re drunk.”

But Nelly shook her off, raising her hand to push Mindy away. “Don’t touch me! Stop pretending to care! I bet you’re laughing inside right now, aren’t you?”

“I’m not-”

“From the time we were children, as long as you were there, Mom and Dad only ever looked at you. Their eyes never left you. Why?” Nelly abruptly turned, gripping Mindy’s shoulders with increasing force.

deepened, even darkened. “For more than 20 years, everything was fine. Life was peaceful and uneventful. Why did you have to come back? Wouldn’t it have been better to

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and a daughter. You have a happy family. You’re even a best–selling author! You already have everything. Why isn’t that enough for you? Why did you have

voice rose to a shrill pitch, hysteria bubbling over as years of

pulling away from her grip to create space between them. Her own gaze turned colder and

up together. You know me just as well as I know you,” she said evenly. You didn’t come here tonight just to spend Easter Eve with Mom and Dad or to share a

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continued, “And now, you’re using alcohol as an excuse, pretending to let slip some ‘drunken truths.‘ But this doesn’t seem like a spur–of–the–moment thing. Since we both know what kind of people we are, why don’t

you want to say. Tell me what you’re planning. That way, I don’t have to guess, and you don’t have to pretend. Wouldn’t that be easier for

she straightened up.

still had the same sharpness. That same infuriating

I’ll get straight to the point,” Nelly said, shedding the pretense of drunkenness.

came here with Timothy to see where you two stand with each

voice remained steady. “And? Did you find

still has feelings for you. Don’t deny it–I have eyes. It’s