Her Rebirth of Retribution novel Chapter 113

“Callie! Why did you push me?”

Push? Calista didn't respond. Mirabelle had employed these tactics before, but Calista no longer had the patience for such games.

Seeing her silent, Mirabelle lowered her gaze, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she nervously twisted her sleeve.

“I understand, you overheard me at the door, didn't you? I... I do have feelings for Kal, and I have for a very long time. But I know he's yours, I never meant to take him from you. Just being able to watch him from afar is enough for me... Callie, you've misunderstood me!”

Had it been the old Calista, she might have been at a loss for words, her frustration bubbling up silently. But now, seeing Mirabelle's flawless act, both Calista and Kallum could only feel a wave of revulsion.

“Are you done talking? If you're finished, then leave. You have no place here anymore.” Calista's words were cold and precise, each one hitting its mark as she stared directly into Mirabelle's eyes.

Mirabelle was taken aback, never having expected Calista to confront her so boldly. She was momentarily speechless, her face burning red with embarrassment.

Kallum looked at Calista intensely, his eyes tracing the contours of her face as if trying to peer into her soul. “How could you speak to Mirabelle like that? Apologize to her,” he commanded, his voice deep and unreadable.

However, Mirabelle perceived this as the man standing up for her. She rose quickly, a look of confusion on her face. “Kal, don't be upset with Callie, she just misunderstood. Even though we were together every day, nothing happened. You need to clarify this to her quickly!” Her plea was tinged with desperation, as she attempted to highlight her innocence while subtly emphasizing her closeness to him.

She claimed nothing happened, but her words seemed to unintentionally flaunt her unique position. Mirabelle hadn’t changed; she was still an expert at provoking others, using her supposed naiveté to underscore her sophistication.

Calista and Kallum locked eyes, each assessing the other. Under her scrutiny, Kallum found it difficult to look away, but his response was chillingly indifferent. “Why should I explain anything? What is she to me?” he asked flatly.

Mirabelle, inwardly thrilled, jumped into the conversation. “She's your fiancée!” She addressed Calista with a pretense of urgency, her face a picture of innocence. “Callie you've got it all wrong, I... I didn’t mean to fall for Kal! But nothing happened between him and me, at most, I'll never mention my feelings for him again! Callie, please forgive me...”

Kallum cut in, “Why not say it? If you like someone, why not express it?” His gaze remained intensely fixed on Calista, each word seemingly advocating for Mirabelle’s boldness, yet his eyes never left Calista.

Perhaps after today, Calista would vanish from his life forever. This might be the last time he would see her face, hear her voice. The thought caused a pang of regret to stir within him.

Kallum wished someone would take Calista to change out of her rain-soaked clothes, yet he knew the angrier she became, the more she would grow to despise him, the more likely she would erase him from her memory.