The Day I Stopped Waiting Was the Day He Started Begging novel Chapter 146

The executioner had miraculously transformed into the perfect victim and a shameless thief.

Chloe had openly stolen someone else's tragedy, parading it around to farm sympathy from the crowd.

Meanwhile, the person who had truly suffered was dead, her ashes scattered to the wind.

Chloe was doing this on purpose.

Madeline's chest heaved violently. She gripped the edge of the display case so tightly her knuckles turned white, her entire body rigid.

Chloe continued, "I suppose fate works in mysterious ways. It was exactly because of this piece that my current mentor recognized my talent. She took me to The Parisian Royal Academy of Design to study under her."

"Every single piece displayed here holds a piece of her heart."

"I guess that's just life—you win some, you lose some."

"Take my sister, for example. Even though she wasn't brought home until she was twelve, she got my parents' unconditional love. And now, she's married to York, the man every girl in The Capital dreams of. Isn't that just..."

"Isn't that just what?!"

Madeline's fury finally snapped.

Out of everyone in the room, besides Alastair and their mother, only Madeline and Chloe knew exactly what those words really meant.

Chloe was flaunting it.

Flaunting how she had stolen Madeline's dreams and emerged the ultimate victor.

She was basking in the limelight, standing on Madeline's blood and tears, knowing Madeline couldn't say a single word to expose her.

"Madeline, what's wrong?" Felicity asked, feigning shock. "Isn't Chloe your sister? She designed such beautiful pieces, and we were just praising you..."

Madeline let out a cold, biting laugh. "I wouldn't dare accept praise like that." She glared at Chloe. "Chloe, this is your first jewelry gala. Enjoy it while it lasts. You never know—one day you might look back and realize this was also your last."

"The true inspiration of a designer can't be fabricated out of stolen stories!"

Madeline's mind violently snapped back to that rainy night. She had stood stubbornly in the pouring rain outside The Monroe Residence, soaked to the bone.

Her mother had come out holding an umbrella.