"Don’t leave me, Darson!" Celeste cried, her voice trembling with desperation as she clung to her husband.Her heart ached, not from love, but from the fear of losing the last chance to exact the revenge she had been planning all along. She couldn’t let him go, not now, not when she was so close. The thought of being abandoned here, on this dark, empty road, with no one around and no way to carry out her plans, filled her with terror. The moon and stars offered no comfort, only a reminder of the loneliness that awaited her if she failed.“P-Please, my love!” She forced herself to sound pitiful, trying to appeal to whatever lingering affection he might have had. “Believe me, I didn’t push Chiarra! I-I didn’t hurt her! She did it to herself, p-please believe me, Darson!” Her words were a lie, a pitiful mask she wore to buy herself time. Inside, she was seething with hatred, not only for Chiarra but for Darson as well. How dare he turn his back on her after all she had endured, after ev
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