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

life, and now, in this one, he was by

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

brought over the person Claire cared about

could finally

lingered for a moment longer, then forced herself

open the door to the villa and was

spotted a steaming bowl of chicken

she approached, staring at the soup

why did it seem so

back," came Mrs. Tempest's

must be starving.

lifted a forkful

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

come back to life, she'd tasted the finest foods the

her tongue again, she couldn't

droplets fell into the bowl as she ate, mingling with the broth. She ate quickly, as if afraid the taste

"Slow down, sweetheart, you'll choke

a few bites, drinking every last drop of soup. Sniffling hard to

Tempest pulled a napkin from the holder and gently dabbed away the tear tracks from

to slow down, honey.

a weak, "...Mom, please, just tell me.

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

called, "May, could you come here for