Chapter 93

Bruce Bowman staggered, his eyes burning with crimson fury.

His fists clenched so tightly his nails drew blood from his palms. Yet his spine remained rigid, his voice cold as steel. "She got what she deserved. Death was too merciful!"

"Hahahaha—"

Susan Thompson threw her head back with a shrill, broken laugh. She gazed at the churning waves in the distance, doubling over until tears streamed down her face.

Did you hear that, Bella? He doesn't regret it. Not even a shred of remorse!

This is the man you gave your life loving!

The laughter died abruptly. Susan whirled around, her eyes blazing with hatred.

"Bruce Bowman, remember your words today!"

"I curse you—may you never obtain what you desire, and may your bloodline end with you!"

How she wished she could kill this heartless man with her bare hands. But she was unarmed, and no match for him.

All she could do was carve this vicious curse into his bones with every syllable.

"Susan!" Michelle Thompson gasped. "How dare you speak to Bruce like that? He's your—"

"Shut up!" Susan snarled. "Michelle, do you really think fate will stay blind forever?"

"Stolen things must be returned!"

"I wish you a long life—one more miserable than death!"

Without another glance, she sprinted toward the cliff's edge.

The waves crashed against jagged rocks, spraying icy foam. A single plunge would leave barely a ripple.

The search team still combed the waters for any trace of Bella Quinn.

By midnight, they recovered only a bloodstained snow boot.

Susan clutched it with bone-white fingers. The dried blood had turned black, but the metallic stench remained.

She could almost see the sharks' razor teeth tearing into Bella's flesh...

"Susan..." Ethan Sullivan pulled her into his embrace, heartbroken. "Don't cry..."

Her entire body trembled as tears soaked his shirt. "Bella's gone... How much pain did she endure..."

Andrew Lucas stood in the shadows, his gaze venomous.

Watching the pair embrace felt like a knife twisting in his chest. He turned away without hearing Nicole Capra's call.

Susan wept until she collapsed, carried back to the apartment by Ethan.

She awoke at noon the next day. A sharp pain lanced through her stomach—but the painkillers on her nightstand had vanished.

The doorbell rang.

Nicole stood there, smiling sweetly. "Sis, I came to tell you the truth."