The Stolen Life- My Mother Gave My Fiancé to Her Favorite Student novel Chapter 98

Jack locked eyes with Emily, his gaze hard as granite.

He had once believed she was just a little willful–amedic who’d saved his life during an avalanche,

someone deserving of some leniency. He never thought his kindness would be twisted, or that

she’d use it to hurt someone else.

Someone like Olivia.

His voice was low, but the cold steel in it cut deep.

“Emily, that day–you smashed the pill bottle yourself. Why did you frame Olivia?”

Emily’s face stiffened, but before she could sputter an excuse, Jack pressed on, his voice like a

blade.

“Why did you push her into the river? Why did you burn her mother’s photograph? Why the hell

would you do that to her?”

With every word, he stepped closer, his presence looming over her. Emily hadn’t expected him to

know everything. His icy stare made her tremble, but she rallied, her eyes welling up with tears.

“I didn’t mean to,” she whispered, blinking hard. Tears welled in her eyes. “I just… I love you, Jack.

I’ve loved you ever since the avalanche. I spent three days and nights combing through snow to

find you–I nearly died trying. And then she showed up–Olivia. She kept pulling you away from me.

I was scared. Scared you’d forget all about me.”

“You said you’d think about being with me…didn’t you, Jack?”

Her voice cracked. Her tears spilled freely now, each one more performative than the last.

But Jack didn’t flinch. He’d seen the surveillance footage. He knew the truth.

Everything about this–the trembling lip, the misty eyes–it all felt staged. Just like how she’d hurt

Olivia, over and over, with her crocodile tears and lies.

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