Stephen’s heart spasmed violently. He tried to open his eyes, tried to sit up, but his body felt bolted to the mattress,
heavy, immovable.
Julia was on the phone. Her voice leaked through the small slit in the door, thin, trembling, and unmistakably panicked.
*…we agreed from the start… it was just supposed to look real… just convincing enough… to make Stephen worry about
me…
“How was I supposed to know she was that stupid, actually throwing herself in front of them…”
Someone on the other end cut her off. Julia’s voice instantly sharpened, rising in hysteria.
“What do you mean I planned it?! If I wanted to hurt her, why would I wait until now?! I just wanted her to get slightly
injured, just enough for Stephen to misunderstand…”
“How was I supposed to know she’d get infected?! Shut up! I already transferred you the money. Take it and get out of
New York. Don’t ever come back!”
The call ended. Silence seeped through the hallway. Then came muffled sobs. Julia’s voice, thin and trembling.
“Maria… I’m sorry… I never meant for this… I just loved Stephen too much… I just wanted him to look at me more…
You’re always been a kind soul…”
“You’d forgive me, right? We were best friends… weren’t we…?”
Each of her words was a surgical strike, stripping away his last layer of self–delusion.
He lay motionless on the bed, eyes shut tight, fingernails digging so deep into his palms he nearly broke the skin.
So this was the truth. The attack had been staged. Julia’s own little play.And Maria had only been hurt because she threw
herself forward to protect her.
ad blamed her. Condemned her. Punished her. Locked her in the dark to die. He had destroyed the woman who used
er life to shield his “true love.”
The woman who, even dying, had been worried only about her friend’s safety.
A guttural, agonized roar tore from Stephen’s throat. His eyes flew open. He lurched upright, ripping the IV line from his
hand. Blood spattered across the crisp white sheets.
“Sir! You can’t get up!” A nurse rushed in, trying to restrain him.
But Stephen was beyond reason. He stumbled out of the bed, bare feet slapping the cold floor, and threw himself toward
the door.
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The moment it swung open, Julia stood there with her phone still in hand, with a few tear tracks on her cheeks. She
froze when she saw him.
“Stephen…? Why are you up? The doctor said-”
“The phone call.” His voice scraped like metal dragged over stone. “Say it again.”
Julia’s composure didn’t just crack; it dissolved into a mask of grey, chalky terror. “W–what phone call? Stephen, you
misheard. I was just talking to a friend-”
“Say. It. Again.” Stephen seized her wrist, squeezing so hard her bones ground together. “That attack… did you arrange it?!”
“No! Of course not!” Julia burst into tears, shaking violently. “Stephen, you have to believe me, why would I ever hurt
Maria? She was my best friend!”
“Best friend?” Stephen let out a twisted, hollow laugh. “Julia Stewart, you make me sick.”
He flung her wrist away. Julia staggered backward, slamming against the wall. Stephen spun around, voice hoarse and
feral as he shouted at the guards and doctors rushing in.
“Call the police. Right now!”
“Stephen!” Julia threw herself at him, clutching his leg with both arms. “Please, listen to me! I didn’t mean for this to
happen! I just… I just loved you too much, I didn’t want to lose you-”
“Love?” Stephen looked down at her, gaze icy and lethal. “Your love killed two people.”
He shoved her off and turned to the stunned butler standing at the doorway.
“Ms. Wilson… please contact the police.”
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.

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