Where Petals of Vengeance Bloom

Chapter 310

Claire's vacant eyes slowly came into focus, and the instant she recognized Brian,

a look of undisguised disgust swept across her face.

"I can't even begin to tell you how much I hate you," she said coldly.

All the color drained from Brian's face. His lips trembled as he whispered, "Do you really hate me that much?"

"Yes! I hate you! I wish you were dead!" Claire suddenly screamed, her voice raw with pain.

If it hadn't been for them, she would never have ended up like this-broken, ruined, barely a shadow of her former self.

Her heart felt as if it were being torn apart, left bleeding and exposed.

If she hadn't been sent to prison all those years ago, she would've gone to the best university-had a future, a real life.

Five years later, she should've graduated, landed a respectable job, and when she eventually met Mr. Foster, she wouldn't have felt so unworthy, so small.

She'd finally fallen for someone, but she didn't measure up. She could never hope for a happy ending, not with him.

Hot tears spilled down Claire's cheeks, one after another.

Why was her life so bitter? Sometimes she wished she'd never met Mr. Foster at all-then at least she wouldn't be suffering this heartbreak, mourning something she could never have.

matter? Her life

to me again.

if he'd

words-I hate you-echoed in his mind like a curse, relentless

in a desperate embrace, as if he

like this. Please," he pleaded. "I really love you. Hit me,

the more she struggled, the tighter he

spend the rest of my life making it up to you. Please, believe

Claire couldn't care less about

late. Some things can't be undone. You can't piece together

cold. "Brian,

clutching her as

eyes flashed

to show you. Let go of me," she said,

hesitated, then slowly loosened his

asked, a flicker of hope crossing his

slapped a thick stack of medical

flipping through the

his pupils widened, his breathing grew

he stammered, but