My best friend is marrying my husband novel Chapter 17

Stephen sank back onto the hospital bed as doctors and nurses rushed in, reattaching IV lines and treating the wounds

he’d torn open.

He let them move him like a lifeless puppet, eyes vacant, staring at the ceiling without seeing it. After a long silence, he

finally spoke, voice hoarse.

“Ms. Wilson… Maria and my daughter… where are they buried?”

The butler’s tears spilled again.

“Madam… was buried back in the north. She always said… she never got used to life in New York. She wanted to go home.”

Home. Maria had finally gone home, back to the place where she had loving parents, childhood memories, warmth.

Except this time, she would never return to him.

When the police report was released, New York was drowning under a sheet of pounding rain. Stephen sat in his hospital

bed, holding the thin stack of papers.

The police report weighed more than his entire legacy; it was a paper–thin tombstone for his conscience. His fingertips

trembled with each turn.

The evidence was airtight. Julia had hired men to pose as enemies of the Greyson family, to stage an attack she had

orchestrated herself.

Her plan had been simple. Get lightly injured. Make Stephen panic. Frame Maria. Convince Stephen that Maria had acted

out of jealousy, hiring thugs to get rid of a romantic rival.

But she had not anticipated Maria throwing herself forward, giving up her life to protect the woman who plotted against

her. She had not anticipated infection.

She had not anticipated tragedy.

“She confessed,” the officer said clinically, standing beside the bed.

Julia admitted she hired the assailants. She claims she only wanted to win your sympathy, and she didn’t intend for

anyone to die.”

Stephen stared at the line where it read Intentional Assault. And he laughed.

At first, it was a soft, hollow sound. Then it gradually became louder, until the laugh cracked open into something

deranged, then collapsed into strangled sobs.

“I traded a diamond for a shard of glass…” he whispered, tears spilling freely. The pure, sweet Julia I thought I loved….. She

was nothing but a calculating manipulator…”

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The door opened. Julia entered, escorted by two female officers. She wore a plain hospital gown and a pair of handcuffs.

Her face was pale. Her eyes were swollen from crying. But the moment she saw Stephen, a flicker of hope lit her

expression.

“Stephen…” Her voice was trembling, small, almost childlike. “I know I was wrong… please forgive me. I swear–I never

meant for any of this to happen…”

Stephen lifted his head, looked at the face once beautiful to him as an angel. These eyes, to him, were once clear as

spring water. Her smile was once warm as sunlight.

Now all of it made him want to retch.

“Why did you do it?” His voice was shredded, raw.

“Maria never fought you. She never wanted to take anything from you. She was willing to leave the city, just to avoid

hurting anyone. Why did you still have to harm her?”

The mask of the ‘sweet Julia‘ fell away, revealing a hollowed–out woman fueled by a lethal mix of obsession and spite.

She laughed. Not with remorse. Not with guilt. But with something unhinged, sharp, and bitter.

“Stephen… you still don’t get it, do you?” Her smile twisted, eyes gleaming with hatred. The most disgusting person in all

of this… is you.”

Stephen’s fingers curled into fists.

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