Stella remained silent, her mouth closing tightly as she locked eyes with the kidnapper. Slowly, her gaze shifted toward the couple standing together, her lips curling into a bitter smile.
“Weston,” she said softly, her voice cutting through the air, “I told you I would die, and that they never had any intention of letting me live. Why won’t you believe me?”
Before anyone could react to her words, her expression shifted. She stepped back quickly, her movements swift and precise. Without warning, she lunged toward the kidnapper, aiming for his eyes.
“Ah!” The kidnapper screamed in surprise as Stella attacked. He tightened his grip on her, causing both of them to teeter dangerously near the edge of the roof.
“What are you trying to do, you mad woman?!” he shouted, his voice shaking with anger and fear.
Stella’s lips curled into a smirk, her eyes cold and resolute. “Didn’t you want me to die?” she replied, her voice steady despite the chaos. “Since I’m going to die either way, let’s die together.”
The kidnappers froze, not expecting her to be this insane, not expecting her to want to end it all with them. One of them shouted, “Don’t be rash! You—”
“Ahh!!” The scream of a man echoed through the air, drawing everyone’s attention.
In a flash, Stella grabbed the kidnapper, pulling him down with her as she leaned back, dragging him with her toward the edge. The wind howled, pulling at her clothes as her body began to fall backward.
For a brief moment, time seemed to stand still. Her eyes went from fear to resignation to utter despair. As the ground rushed toward her, Stella closed her eyes, a final, bitter smile curving on her lips. It was a smile that seemed to mock everyone who had ever wronged her.
She fell—weightless, like being consumed by a tide.
A fleeting thought crossed her mind as she plummeted, Are you happy now? Her gaze, though unseen, was fixed on the man she had once loved. My child and I will never be an obstacle to you again. Are you satisfied now?
There were no more tears left for her to cry, only an empty resolve. She had given everything, even her life, to prove that she would never be a pawn in their twisted game of love.
Weston stood frozen, unable to comprehend the reality of what was happening. His chest tightened as panic surged through him. His body stiffened, limbs trembling with fear.
“Stella!” he screamed, the word raw, desperate, as if trying to reach her through the impossible distance.
He couldn’t say anything else, his voice hoarse, breaking with emotion. “Stella…”
For the first time, the walls he had built around himself crumbled. The feelings he had buried deep inside him, the guilt, the regret, the pain—all exploded to the surface, overwhelming him.
With a sudden burst of movement, he shoved Guinevere away and rushed to the edge of the rooftop. His breath was erratic, his heart pounding as he knelt at the spot where Stella had just fallen. His eyes were wide with fear, his voice trembling, “Stella!”
His scream, full of hysteria, echoed across the rooftop, a cry of terror that was foreign to the Weston everyone knew. Even Guinevere was stunned, unable to hide her shock at seeing him like this.
Stella had never witnessed Weston like this either—not in all their time together. But it no longer mattered to her.
Weston… she thought, her heart completely detached. I wish I’d never met you. You must live on. I wish you and Guinevere will grow old together and never part. I don’t want to meet either of you, even in Hell. I never want to see you again, in this life, or the next.
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