Chapter 8:
“Treally am allergic to peaches! Even had knows that
“Grace told the housekeeper to smost peach joler om my bed. Dat was the echo found tout
Helen ered pitfally, churching her face as if she had been grievously wrong
“Sulli nying to be?
Paul suddenly stepped forward and grabbed fielen by the rollar.
He was so tall that with one sveift motion, he practically lifted her off the gremial.
“Paullet go! I can’t breathe..
Faul looked down at her, his handsome face gradually contorting
“Helen, did you forget that you’re wearing Grace’s favorite perfume?”
“The same
same one Eused to buy for her over and over again.”
“Though I later forgot about
Paul let out a bitter laugh, his voice tinged with self kery. He had forgotten so much.
He had forgotten how deeply Grace had cared for him all these years.
Forgotten the love she had poured into their relationship during their three years together.
He had forgotten how much she had hoped to build a future with him.
He had forgotten the way she silently cried when they broke up, quietly accepting the painful reality,
He had forgotten that the girl he once cherished was so kind and gentle.
He had once treasured her deeply–only to discard her like she meant nothing
He had forgotten so much, and now, he was paying the price.
“This perfume’s middle notes are white peach and gardenia.”
“If you’re allergic to peaches, then how have you been using this perfume every day without any reaction?”
“Helen’s eyes widened in shock, her face turning pale as a ghost
Her entire body trembled uncontrollably.
So from the very beginning, you’ve been lying.
You schemed against Grace, deceived me, and even fooled Mr. Winston.”
Paul’s voice was cold as ice
“Helen, I must have been blind to fall for a manipulative woman like you.”
Hereleased her roughly, pushing her to the floor.
Helen crumpled weakly, her mind racing to come up with an explanation, but he couldn’t find a single excuse.
The evidence was irrefutable–she had used the perfume every day.
“I’ll make sure everyone knows your true colors.”
His Affair. My Glue, The Screams at 2 AM.
me final, disdainful look before storming mu
Paul locked up at her window. It was dark, with no lights in
wess asleep, hat Paul won’t willing to give riju
The scas desperate to see her, in aquilogire, to admit his mistakes, and incheg facher forgivenem,
The done or knocked
The perostent disturbances from Paul finally drove the neighbors
imanagement
then that Paid learned from
property manager
er that firace had already moved out.
Me had en
Where had she moved?
Was she
management to help her sell the apartment.
e still in Capital City? Would she ever come back? And if so, when?
Paul had no answers.
One thought, and one thought alone, commumed him–a thought so terrifying it felt like a boost lurking in the shadows, waiting to devour him whole
He had lost Grace.
He might have lost her forever.
The lies and schemes of Helen and her mother against Grace had been fully reposed.
Even the house staff at the Winston residence came forward, speaking up for their young mistress
The day Helen and her mother were thrown out of the Winston estate, they were utterly humiliated,
Like stray dogs in the rain, they were kicked while they were down, scorned bee all
Paul stood in the garden, among a patch of withered crabapple flowers, his suddenly reddening,
Crabapple flowers may wither, but they will bloom again.
But some people, once gone, never return.
In the days that followed, Simon tried countless ways to contact Grace.
But every time call connected, the moment she heard his voice, she would all silent and hang up.
“When she left Capital Cary, she took only ber mother’s belongings and the inheritance left to her.
Now, the once grand Winston family was nothing fut an empty shell..
They all knew she would never come back.
Nearby, the sounds of shouting and cursing broke the silence, accompanied by woman’s subs
