Where Petals of Vengeance Bloom

Chapter 502

She'd been hurt too many times for no reason at all. Even if Adah had changed, Claire couldn't bring herself to believe it-old habits die hard, and she wasn't about to let herself get fooled again.

That's why, in this moment, her words were sharp and merciless, each one aimed to wound.

Claire didn't hold back; everything she said was as cutting as a thousand arrows, and Adah felt every single one pierce straight through her heart.

There's a special kind of pain that comes from being hurt by someone you love.

For years in her past life, Claire had suffered at the hands of the people she loved most. How had she survived it all?

"Claire, I'm sorry," Adah choked out, voice trembling.

"If you're really sorry, then disappear from my life. Don't ever show your face to

me again," Claire snapped. She spun around, left Adah standing there, and walked into the house without looking back.

Adah stared after her, watching that resolute figure vanish through the door. Tears streamed down her cheeks, unstoppable.

She'd brought this on herself. She deserved it.

All she could hope for now was that, in this life, Claire would finally find

happiness.

But at least, she wouldn't have to worry about her anymore.

Claire, treating her like a

salvation in her former life, and now, in this one, he was

surrounded by friends from the wealthiest families in town; no one

brought over the person

could finally

lingered for a moment longer,

door to the villa and was instantly

spotted a steaming bowl

she approached, staring at the

did it seem

Tempest's warm

must be starving.

sat down and lifted a

her senses. She couldn't help it—her nose stung,

back to life, she'd tasted the finest foods the world had to offer, but none of it compared

tongue again, she couldn't hold

she ate, mingling with the broth. She ate quickly, as if afraid the taste

"Slow down, sweetheart, you'll choke if

soup. Sniffling hard to push back her tears, she finally turned

a napkin from the holder and gently dabbed away the tear

honey. Look, you're

tell me. Who made this soup?

laughed. "I thought so too. That's why

turned toward the kitchen and called, "May, could you come here for