Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed novel Chapter 839

“Why?! Why would you do this? She’s your sister!”

“Sister? Oh, yes—she’s family. My own flesh and blood. Always one step ahead of me! Even you like her more. But why? What did she ever do to deserve that?”

“That’s it? That’s why you wanted her dead?!”

“That’s right! I was jealous! I was envious!”

"Kathleen, you’re insane! Truly insane!"

She let out a wild laugh, her voice echoing off the walls. "Insane? Of course I am—I lost my mind over twenty years ago! Especially every time I saw you two together, whispering and playing lovers. It made me want to run in and strangle her with my own hands!"

“And even now, I still feel that way! Do you know what it’s like, watching you look at her like she’s your entire world, as if forever still wouldn’t be enough? Do you know how much I hated you for that?”

"Teague, you’re my husband now. We’re the real family, aren’t we? It’s been over twenty years—why can’t you let her go? Even after she got married and had kids, you still look at her with that same longing."

"You get jealous of Norris, don’t you? You wish he’d just disappear from the face of the earth, right? Well, that’s how I feel about Aberdeen. We’re both lovesick fools, desperate and pathetic, willing to do anything—absolutely anything—to get what we want!"

Teague’s voice was cold as steel. "You’re wrong. No matter how jealous I am of Norris, I’d never hurt him. Because I know—without him, Madge would never have become mine."

Kathleen laughed even louder, her eyes wild. "Well said! That’s where we’re different. I got rid of Aberdeen, and you became mine! Isn’t that perfect?"

“So, you think I did the wrong thing? Aberdeen disappeared, you married me, we raised a child together, spent more than twenty years as a family. I’d say it was all worth it!”

Teague’s whole body went rigid.

Kathleen’s words were sharp as knives. "If I’m a cold-blooded killer, then you were the bounty. The prize. Take out the competition, and you win it all! Of course I fought with everything I had—can you really blame me?"

“In the end, Teague, it was you who destroyed Aberdeen. Your love for her sparked the jealousy in me that I’d tried so hard to bury. You made me take the gamble.”

Teague’s fists clenched so tight his knuckles went white. His face twisted in agony—a tangled mess of grief, regret, and self-loathing.

A moment later, he raised his eyes, his voice trembling but deliberate, each word etched in ice. "So. The night we slept together years ago—that was your plan all along?"

Kathleen met his bloodshot gaze, her body shaking. "Y-you… You couldn’t resist temptation—"