"What the hell happened?" Casper stood up slowly, his eyes cold as ice. "What happened? You really don't know?"
Nova took a couple of steps back, scared by his piercing, blood-red eyes.
"I... I don't know," she stammered.
"Nova, how are Rose's kidney and heart treating you?" His expression was dark, his voice as icy as a winter wind.
Nova wavered, trying to defend herself. "Didn't I explain it to you last time?"
"Does explaining make it true?" Casper's dark eyes burned with intensity, almost devouring her. "Arson, framing others, stabbing yourself. I didn't realize you had such acting skills."
"I... I didn't, Casper. You've got it wrong. I can explain everything."
Nova reached out to grab Casper's arm. He shoved her away, his eyes bloodshot with rage. "Explain what? That the fire at your house was an accident? That you 'accidentally' made Eliza look like the arsonist?"
Nova stumbled backward and fell hard to the ground. Tears streamed down her frightened face, and a bitter smile formed at the corners of her mouth.
In an instant, she started laughing. "So what if you know? Yes, I staged it all, but... you chose to believe me over her, Casper. Admit it, you believed me because you love me, didn't you?"
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