“The only thing that’s ugly here is you!”
Payton bit back a gasp. That tone. That look. And those words. She had never seen or heard anyone being this vicious toward her! Even Eric hadn’t been like this when he was killing her in cold blood—
“And this isn’t about Eric choosing me, you stupid hag!”
W-What did this girl just call her?
“This is about the right man choosing the wrong woman.”
There was no chance for Payton to answer, with Rosé suddenly and actually kicking her right in the stomach—
Ooooooow!
And with enough force to send Payton flying, her back hitting the railing—
Nooooo!
She felt something behind her give way at the impact.
Aaaaaaah!
And just like that, Payton was falling and dying.
Again.
She looked up to where Rosé was.
The girl was actually smiling down at her like a psychopath, and that pretty much confirmed it.
Eric was telling the truth, after all.
Payton had thought her husband had made it all up about Rosé. The girl seemed too young to be so criminally evil, but she was obviously wrong about that. Age had nothing to do with one’s sanity, and—
How very strange.
Rosé was making a phone call while watching Payton fall to her death, and it was really, really strange, with how Payton could hear the other girl’s voice so clearly.
“P-Please help!” How convincingly frantic Rosé sounded. “I just saw someone fall!”
Payton slowly closed her eyes.
This is it.
This is really it.
When I open my eyes, I’ll know if—
“Why didn’t you tell me you were in danger?”
Her eyes flew open, and oh, how her head hurt, with the way everything was spinning. But unlike before, she wasn’t absolutely clueless, and so she knew.
It was her funeral again.
Eric was being arrested.
And Niccolò...
Her heart ached as she saw his jaw clench. He looked as if...he wanted to be dead like her.