Lucian’s casual stride and unbuttoned shirt gave him a debonair look; yet his words stabbed Megan sharply, especially the last part that turned her even paler.
She faced James and whispered softly, “I’m not her. I’m her twin sister. Please, let me go.”
Still processing this new information, James held onto Megan’s arm without moving.
Unable to endure another mention of Rose or Lucian’s piercing gaze, Megan gathered all her strength and pulled away from James.
Before they could react, she was already running away.
[Do you think running away will solve anything, Megan? Just because you escape doesn’t mean it’s over. If I could turn you from a star into a nobody, I can make you pay a thousand times over for your actions. Just you wait.]
Later, at home, as Megan read this message on her phone, she felt as if all her energy had been drained.
She collapsed onto the floor, sobbing uncontrollably while tearing at her hair.
Suddenly, as if remembering something crucial, she staggered to the bedroom.
When she returned, the knife in her hand gleamed ominously under the light.
Expressionless, she started slashing at her arms, the blood dripping steadily onto the floor.