But when she recognized the person, she froze.
“Rose? Is that really you? What happened to you?” he asked.
Seeing James Lopez, Megan’s instinct was to flee.
She blurted out, “You’ve mistaken me for someone else.”
But James grabbed her arm firmly, making it impossible for her to break free.
Looking up into James’s eyes, she saw them shimmer with tears: “It’s been years, but I’d never forget your face. How could I possibly mistake you for someone else?”
Megan felt a lump in her throat, unable to speak.
“She’s right; you’ve got the wrong person. Rose is still in the hospital, unconscious, and this woman,” Lucian’s voice cut through the tense air, “is the one responsible for her condition.”
Lucian’s casual stride and unbuttoned shirt gave him a debonair look; yet his words stabbed Megan sharply, especially the last part that turned her even paler.
She faced James and whispered softly, “I’m not her. I’m her twin sister. Please, let me go.”
Still processing this new information, James held onto Megan’s arm without moving.
Unable to endure another mention of Rose or Lucian’s piercing gaze, Megan gathered all her strength and pulled away from James.
Before they could react, she was already running away.
[Do you think running away will solve anything, Megan? Just because you escape doesn’t mean it’s over. If I could turn you from a star into a nobody, I can make you pay a thousand times over for your actions. Just you wait.]
Later, at home, as Megan read this message on her phone, she felt as if all her energy had been drained.
She collapsed onto the floor, sobbing uncontrollably while tearing at her hair.
Suddenly, as if remembering something crucial, she staggered to the bedroom.
When she returned, the knife in her hand gleamed ominously under the light.
Expressionless, she started slashing at her arms, the blood dripping steadily onto the floor.
The red stains quickly spread, painting the floor a grim crimson...
