Remarriage Failed Again Today

The three of them stared at her venomously, their eyes filled with a deep, seething hatred.

Annabelle Linton recognized them at a glance.

Faye Sheffield, Wendy King, and Charles King!

A chill ran through Annabelle Linton the moment she saw them.

She instantly understood why she had been kidnapped.

Faye Sheffield stepped forward first. A silk scarf concealed her face, but it couldn’t muffle her sharp, caustic voice. "Well, well, look who we have here. Isn’t it Mrs. Grant? I see your day has finally come."

She glanced at the red welts on Annabelle Linton’s face. A flicker of hatred and triumph flashed in her eyes before she swung her hand, viciously slapping her again.

"Remember how you hit me? The tables have turned. Today, I’m going to make you understand that what goes around comes around. Got it?"

With that, she slapped her again.

Annabelle Linton’s face was already swollen and red, but her expression held no fear. "Hah, so what? It doesn’t change the fact that I’m the one who ruined your face. Dare to let me see it?"

At that, raw fury blazed in Faye Sheffield’s eyes. She slapped her again, then viciously kicked her twice.

’She’s the one who’s a prisoner now, so what gives her the right to act so high and mighty? How dare that bitch still look down on me?’

’I hate that look of a perpetual winner on her face!’

Faye Sheffield ripped the silk scarf from her own face, revealing a visage so mutilated it was unrecognizable. A horrifying patchwork of burn scars and knife wounds covered her skin.

She pointed to her face, her expression savage as she stared coldly at Annabelle Linton. "Annabelle Linton, I bet you never thought this day would come, did you? See my face? This is all your doing!

"That day, Vivian and I begged you. She even knelt before you, but you still refused to spare me. Today, I’m going to make you feel every last bit of the humiliation you put me through. I swear I’ll make you wish you were dead!"

A dangerous glint flashed in Annabelle Linton’s eyes. ’So that’s it.’ She suddenly understood the true purpose of Vivian Yates’s performance that day—

’She put on such a show for Faye Sheffield, even kneeling to play up her own kindness and highlight my supposed cruelty. She was just using Faye’s impulsive nature to get rid of me!’

’Today, either Faye dies or I do.’

’And Vivian herself would get to reap the rewards, profiting from our conflict. It doesn’t matter which of us dies; she loses nothing!’

’What a terrifying woman. Absolutely terrifying!’

Still, Annabelle Linton didn’t regret ruining Faye Sheffield’s face. That bitch was one of the butchers who had destroyed her in her past life. How could she possibly let her go?

"SLAP!"

Another slap cracked across her face. This time, it was Wendy King.

The former star was now a wreck, her face haggard and her clothes tattered.

Her expression was practically contorted with rage.

’She might not have been a top-tier superstar, but at least she’d been well-off.’

’But Annabelle Linton had destroyed it all!’

She glared at Annabelle Linton with pure hatred. "Annabelle Linton, we had no history, no grudge. Why did you have to go after me? My money, my fame, my status—it’s all gone! It’s all because of you! All of it! Why did you do this to me?!"

’She couldn’t make it in the entertainment industry anymore. Everywhere she went, she was treated like a pariah, forced to hide. She was so sick of living like this!’

She viciously slapped Annabelle Linton across the face again.

Blood trickled from the corner of Annabelle Linton’s mouth, but she smiled. "I went after you? If you hadn’t done those things yourself, how would I have ever had the opportunity to ’go after’ you?"

’They bring it all on themselves, yet they insist on finding a scapegoat for their own failures. How pathetic.’

"You—!" Another slap!