He'd barely disappeared when another figure stepped into view.
Sylvia.
Her eyes glittered with venom.
"Rose Fox! So what if you're his fiancee? You still lost to me!"
She moved closer, savoring every word.
"You know, aren't you the least bit curious about how that factory fire started? About why Eugene and I were both there that night?"
My heart seized.
"You were using the baby to force a wedding, so Eugene said he wanted one last night of freedom with me before the ceremony. A proper goodbye. We went to the factory for the thrill of it." She tilted her head, a cruel smile curving her lips. "But I got a little too excited and knocked over a drum of machine oil."
"Eugene told me to get out first. But wouldn't you know it, a beam came down and knocked me unconscious."
The blood roared in my ears.
I thought of my past life. How I'd rushed blindly into that inferno to save her. How it had cost me my baby. How it had cost me everything.
And now I knew the truth. They were the ones who had built my suffering, brick by brick.
My vision blurred red with hatred. "Sylvia Swanson! I will make you pay for this!"