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    How could Sylvia not resent Elena over such tant preferential treatment?


    Hatefully, Sylvia stared at Elena’s exquisite features—that wless face that seemed carved by the heavens themselves. If only she possessed such ethereal beauty, surely Darren would be infatuated with her instead.


    Desperately suppressing the primal fury roaring within her like a caged beast, Sylvia clenched her teeth. A deep, steadying breath followed as she reassured herself that all would be well soon enough. Once Darren witnessed Elena sleeping with that repulsive old man, he would never cast another nce in her direction.


    “I’ll ask onest time—where is She?” Elena met Sylvia’s venomous gaze with cial indifference.


    A hollowugh of triumph escaped Sylvia’s lips. “You still want to see her? Dream on!”


    Complete dissolution of Sylvia’s facade had urred, revealing the raw hatred beneath. “Elena, do you have any idea how much I loathe you?” Her eyes glittered with unrestrained malice. “From the very moment I returned to the Reed family andid eyes on you, I wanted nothing more than to watch you die. You’re so infuriatingly beautiful and untouchably aloof. Your skin is wless, without a single blemish or mark of honestbor. You float around in pretty dresses like some pampered princess.”


    Trembling with hatred, Sylvia’s voice rose. “But I am the rightful daughter of the Reed family! You’re nothing but a thief who stole the life that was meant to be mine!”


    Increasingly unhinged with each passing second, Sylvia’s expression twisted. Her eyes grew wild and unfocused, like those of a cornered animal. Spittle flying from her lips, she continued, “If I had been the one to grow up in the Reed family, I would have been treated like royalty, cherished by my parents. Darren would have looked at me the way he looks at you! You stole everything—everything that should have been mine—and still you dare to look down on me. Elena, who do you think you are to look down on me?”


    Methodically, Sylvia had smeared Elena’s reputation before her parents. With every cunning trick in her arsenal, she worked to drive Elena out of the house.


    When Elena was kicked out, Sylvia thought her good days had finally arrived, that fortune had atst taken her side. But why was fate so cruelly unfair? Elena, that wretched woman, was actually the Harper family’s daughter.


    Once again overshadowed by Elena, Sylvia watched bitterly as even Darren was drawn to Elena’s undeniable allure.


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    Since fate refused to help her, Sylvia decided to take matters into her own hands.


    A sinister smile curled across Sylvia’s lips. “Elena, you’ll never escape me in this lifetime! I’ll make sure you never have a moment’s peace!” she uttered these venomous words while wearing a pure white wedding dress, the irony of the purity of her dress a stark contrast to her corrupted heart.


    Slowly, Sylvia moved closer to Elena. She stopped a meter away, her proximity a silent threat. Without warning, she shed a wicked grin and suddenly copsed to the floor. Her expression transformed instantly—tears welled up in her eyes as she said incredulously, “Elena, how could you push me? I invited you to the wedding out of kindness. If you didn’t want toe, that’s fine, but I’m carrying Darren’s child. You’ve gone too far.”


    Themotion drew the Reed family and curious guests over to the unfolding drama.


    Concern filled Cecily’s face when she saw Sylvia sitting on the floor, and she rushed forward.


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