Denise had tears in her eyes, her makeup ruined.
Rosella saw her and disgust flashed through her eyes. She did not have any sympathy for the woman who had tried to deal with her, tried and failed to steal her man.
Denise felt her entire body burn with hatred. Even though the man did not spare her a glance, she can't blame him, her obsession with him was engraved in her bones and soul.
Then a distant memory that doesn't belong to her showed up in her mind.
Maybe the trigger of the scene she just saw.
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Denise found herself in a different place with different clothes, and her rusty hands looked different. But she paid little attention to her appearance. She could feel her body moving, but she can't control it.
The sun had already set, her way as she headed somewhere was dark. Instead of the moon, it deemed the sparkling stars painting the black sky visible.
