Rebirth Revenge Is Everything (Ariana) novel Chapter 739

Even after returning home, Madelyn remained lost in thought, her mind growing increasingly tangled.

She desperately wanted to convince herself that Ariana was lying—that the woman had fabricated everything just to mess with her. But the details in Ariana’s words kept dragging her back to the past, forcing her to reconsider every moment. The more she dwelled on it, the more she sensed something was off.

Just as Ariana had pointed out—why would she have drugged Irene? And so blatantly, at that?

And then, as if by perfect timing, Irene had left, leaving Madelyn as the only one who drank that spiked water.

At the thought, a faint redness crept into Madelyn’s eyes. Clenching her jaw, she grabbed her purse and stormed out of the villa.

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These past few days had been nothing short of a nightmare for Irene.

At first, she had assumed her parents had rescued her out of pity—that they couldn’t bear to see her suffer any longer. But the moment she stepped out, the truth hit her like a sledgehammer.

She never could have imagined that her biological mother was actually Ariana’s mom.

And Ariana… was her mother’s daughter.

The revelation left her utterly shattered, unable to process the reality of it.

She refused to believe it. It had to be a lie. So day after day, she tried to force her way into the Harper family’s company or their home, only to be turned away every single time.

It wasn’t until she found herself penniless and homeless on the streets that the truth finally sank in—the Harper family had truly abandoned her.

Thankfully, she still had some money left in her bank account, so she had been staying in a cheap motel.

And then, on this particular day, Madelyn called.

Since the incident, Madelyn hadn't reached out, and Irene knew she must resent her for going too far and dragging her into trouble. At the time, Irene hadn't cared. After all, Madelyn might have pretended to be her close friend, but deep down, she probably saw Irene as just another weed clinging to her like everyone else.

But that was then. Things were different now.

Irene desperately wanted a chance to explain things to her parents. So when Madelyn unexpectedly called, her eyes lit up with hope.

By the time Irene arrived at the café, Madelyn was already waiting at their usual spot.

Irene hurried over. The moment their eyes met, her own welled up with tears, her voice hoarse and strained. "Madelyn..."

Madelyn pressed her lips together.

The Irene before her looked disheveled—there was no doubt she'd been having a rough time.

In the past, Madelyn would have been heartbroken, furious on her behalf, cursing Ariana without hesitation. But now, she felt an unexpected calm.

Noticing Madelyn’s prolonged silence, Irene seemed to realize something. She let out a slow breath and softened her voice. "Madelyn, I know you’re angry, but after all these years of friendship… can’t you forgive me?"

Her tone was far more sincere than before—perhaps she had sensed Madelyn’s unusual coldness.

Madelyn met Irene’s gaze directly.

Then, slowly, she smiled. "Of course I can forgive you. But, Irene, there’s one thing I need you to answer honestly."

Irene’s brows furrowed slightly, but she maintained her gentle demeanor. "What is it? If I know, I’ll tell you. But Madelyn, please don’t look at me like that. I’ve lost everything—my family, my status. You’re the only friend I have left… Madelyn, I’m terrified. Terrified that you’ll be fooled by that woman, Ariana, just like my parents were, and leave me too. Then I’ll truly have nothing."

Tears welled in Irene’s eyes as she spoke. Madelyn’s lashes trembled before she spoke, each word deliberate. "Was it Ariana who drugged me that night?"

Irene’s face paled instantly.

Madelyn stared at her unflinchingly. "Tell me. Was it her?"

For a brief moment, Irene looked stricken. Then her expression twisted into one of indignation and hurt. "Madelyn, what are you implying? Are you accusing me? Did Ariana say something to you? I knew it—she won’t rest until she’s destroyed me completely!"

Madelyn remained calm. "I didn’t say anything else. I just want to know—was it her?"

Irene’s voice wavered. "Of course it was. She meant to drug *me*, but you drank it by mistake. I know you’ve been haunted by this, and that’s exactly why I despise Ariana."