“And Aurelia was in on it. She's the one who fedthat line about being haunted by a vengeful spirit and draggedto that spiritualist church, makingbuy into the whole charade hook, line, and sinker. That's when I panicked and hired that so-called master. It was a trap, all orchestrated by her and Jelena. I've been played for a fool.” She clutched her head, her voice rising in a crescendo of despair.

Fredric looked on with contempt, "You've lost your marbles. You're saying Jelena wanted revenge for Joyce, with Aurelia as her sidekick, but then they made you desecrate Joyce's grave? You're the one with a screw loose, trying to pin your twisted actions on them." Sheryl's face shifted from pale to flushed in rapid succession, "You're so bewitched by Jelena, and you can't think straight anymore." Jessica took a leisurely sip of her tea and said calmly, "If it was really a setup by them, they'd want you to make amends with Joyce, to soothe her restless soul. But instead of apologizing, you went and disturbed her final resting place." Her words left Sheryl choked up.

"It was the 'master's idea, not mine," Sheryl protested weakly.

"Let's cut the argument," Jessica waved dismissively, "It's clear your relationship with Fredric has run its course." At that, Sheryl burst into tears again, "Jessica, for the sake of the baby I'm carrying, can we delay the divorce proceedings? If I get divorced now, my child with Fredric will be born out of wedlock." Fredric spoke up, "Don't even think about it. You're not having my child. If you refuse to sign the papers this afternoon, I'll have my lawyer handle it." Sheryl wailed with despair, "How can you be so heartless? I just want to give birth before we divorce. Is that so wrong?" Jessica sighed deeply, "Sheryl, it's over. There's no point in holding on. Let's part on good terms." She got up to leave, tired of their .

That evening, Aurelia visited Jelena's home.

"Jelena, Fredric and Sheryl finalized their divorce this afternoon. Sheryl didn't show up and had a lawyer stand in for her." Jelena picked up an orange and began to peel it with delicate precision.

"I already know. Fredric told me. It was Sheryl who wrecked Chloe's grave. You knew all along. Why didn't you tell me?" Aurelia shrugged nonchalantly, "lI was worried you'd do something rash and confront her. Wouldn't that have blown our cover?" Jelena's grip on the knife faltered slightly, "What nonsense are you spouting? What cover would I be blowing?" Aurelia didn't answer but instead asked, "Sheryl has gotten what she deserved. What's your next move?" Jelena handed her a slice of orange, "Don't worry, and I'm not planning on marrying into the Stirling family. Being the daughter-in- law of the Stirling family doesn't appeal toone bit." After finishing her orange, Aurelia wiped her hands, confirming her suspicion. Jelena was out for revenge for Chloe, and her feelings for Fredric, that playboy, were far from genuine.

"If Fredric heard that, he'd be pretty disappointed.” Jelena flicked a strand of hair behind her ear, "Men always want what they can't have, especially someone like Fredric. Whether it's an angel or a deity, the moment he has them, he loses interest. Do you think I'm that foolish?" Aurelia broke out in a nervous sweat, "So you're planning on keeping Fredric on the hook?" Jelena's mouth curled into a mischievous smile, "I haven't met anyone else I like, so why not have a little fun with him?" Aurelia massaged her forehead, "Fredric's no fool. Sheryl told him you were out for revenge, and he's probably starting to suspect as much." Jelena was unfazed, "It doesn't matter to me."

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