He Buried Me But I Painted My Own Resurrection novel Chapter 281

"Madeline... I'm so sorry to you, and to Grant..."

Sabrina began her performance, her voice carrying a deliberately forced tremble.

She cried about how Sienna "used" Lucas's power to suppress her.

And how she intentionally "flaunted" in front of Grant, pushing him over the edge to do something so irrational.

"That woman, she's a total homewrecker!"

"She was stringing Grant along while simultaneously hooking up with Lucas!"

"And now the Sullivans are throwing a gala for her. She just wants to trample on the Gauthier family's pride in front of everyone and fly off with Lucas!"

Her words precision-struck every single one of Madeline's sore spots.

The other end of the line fell silent.

Only heavy breathing could be heard through the receiver, each breath carrying uncontrollable rage.

Madeline stood in the middle of her living room, all color draining rapidly from her face.

Her son's reputation was ruined; the Gauthier family was a complete disgrace.

The old friends who had visited over the past two days clearly wore expressions of schadenfreude, even as they offered fake condolences.

That backstabbing sympathy was harder to swallow than any direct insult.

And the orchestrator of all this, Sienna, was about to gloriously become a member of the elite.

The contrast felt like a dull knife slowly twisting in Madeline's chest.

How could Madeline possibly accept this?

Her fingers gripped the phone so tightly her nails practically bit into her palm.

Red marks indented deeply into her fair skin, flashing a stark white.

"Madeline, you can't just watch him get destroyed by that woman!"

Sabrina's voice was soft but urgent, drilling into Madeline's ears word by word.

She deliberately lowered her voice, filling her tone with "sincere" suggestion, as if she were deeply agonizing on Madeline's behalf.

"The gala is tomorrow. When it happens, the entire capital will be watching the Gauthiers become a joke!"

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