Heartstrings on Fire (Agnes and Jared) novel Chapter 540

Chapter 540 

Beatrice felt a sharp terror rising from the pit of her stomach, spreading throughout her body in a flash. 

She stared at the woman across her, Agnes, her body shaking uncontrollably. 

It had been years. 

Beatrice would sometimes wake up from nightmares about that one night. 

She didn’t exactly know who had saved Agnes back then. 

She harbored a deep fear for Agnes/ 

She’d done so much, tried so hard to get Agnes out of the picture, but she was the one who ended up hurt. 

It was as though God had a soft spot for Agnes, always getting her out of trouble. 

Fortunately, Agnes had disappeared four years ago and no one knew where she went or what had happened to her. 

Jared had searched frantically for her, but even he didn’t find a trace. 

Beatrice let out a sigh of relief in her heart, maybe that woman was already ‘dead. 

If Agnes was indeed dead; that would be the best. 

There would be no more powerful rivals in this world. 

Even if Jared loved her, he could do nothing. 

All these years, she had pretended Jared was still her brother–in–law. 

She faked amnesia, mimicking every move Agnes made. 

What she once hated had now become her favorite pastime. 

Sometimes, Beatrice even thought she was Agnes, the woman deeply loved by Jared. 

Sometimes, Jared looked at her as if he was in a daze. 

That gave Beatrice a glimmer of hope. 

As time passed, Jared would eventually blur the lines between the real and the fake. 

But Beatrice was still filled with fear. 

What if Agnes came back one day? 

She comforted herself every day, Agnes would never appear again, never ever. 

Everything she had now was hers, and she would replace Agnes. 

Beatrice kept telling herself this over and over. 

But now, staring at the face that was becoming clearer, she felt like she was waking up from a dream. 

Four years had passed, yet Agnes‘ face looked just the same. 

Her skin was a bit darker, and her hair was short, but it made Agnes look healthier, more vibrant. 

She wasn’t the same old Agnes, every move she made was filled with a powerful aura and confidence that the old Agnes never had. 

Beatrice was filled with a fear she couldn’t name. 

Her fingers began shaking uncontrollably. 

People around her noticed. 

They stared at Beatrice’s shaking hand, asking, “Beatrice, what’s wrong with you? Why is your hand shaking? Are you feeling ill?” 

Beatrice struggled to control herself. 

Just then, Agnes had already walked up to her.