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Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

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Chapter 2

And as slighting as before.

Rupert walked past her, not giving her a second glance as he made his way upstairs.

Minutes later, he descended, having slipped into one of the suits he had cherished for years. It was a suit

specially designed for him by Bridget when they got engaged. Yet, Rupert still didn't look Sylvia's way.

For eight years, he had treated her with such cold indifference. Once he had intended to torment her, he'd pin

her down, releasing his desire before leaving without giving her another look.

And as for their daughter...

He had even forbidden Stella from calling him dad.

Perhaps it was Sylvia's unusual silence that day that made Rupert pause, though he didn't turn around, "I won't

be htonight. Tell Stella not to callfor any reason." "Okay."

Sylvia caressed the urn that seemed to still carry Stella's warmth. If only he had looked at her, even just for a

second, he might have noticed it.

As Rupert adjusted his cufflinks, he spoke with detachment, "Think about what you want in the divorce. We'll get

the paperwork done in a few days. | don't want the kid." "Okay."

Sylvia remained calm, comforted by the thought that Stella would now be hers alone.

Rupert's hand faltered for a moment, but he didn't give Sylvia his attention, "Considering Stella saved Rufus, I'll

cover all the medical and nutritional expenses. But | don't want to see you again. Consider this your final

atonement." "Okay."

Sylvia thought to herself, indeed, they would never see each other again soon.

Rupert, feeling an inexplicable irritation, turned to leave when his phone rang.

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Bridget was on the other end, and when the call went through, the room was filled with the happy shouts of a

child.

"Dad! Hurry up! Mom and | are waiting for you."

"I'm on my way."

Rupert's voice lifted, his steps quickening, completely unaware of the woman behind him clutching something

tightly, her body stiffening by the moment.

As the moonlight fell, Sylvia took out a birthday cake she had ordered for Stella from the fridge earlier. She lit the

birthday candles.

"Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you..."

She sang as she doused the surroundings with gasoline, from the top floor to the bottom, sparing no corner. She

had no intentions of sparing herself either.

If only she had been stronger back then and refused to marry Rupert, any of this wouldn't have happened.

Once everything was set, she sat back at the dining table, holding the urn close.

"Happy Birthday, Stella. Wait for me."

Sylvia threw the birthday candle towards the curtains.

At the party, Rupert made a grand entrance with Bridget and her son. The crowd praised their seemingly perfect

happiness through toasting, with seven badmouthing Sylvia. Only Rupert's friend, a doctor, seemed

concerned, and frowned, he quickly approached Rupert.

"Mr. Garcia, I'm sorry, but please, accept my condolences."

"What do you mean?"

"Your daughter...she died from a post-surgery infection. Mrs. Garcia took her to the mortuary house today."

"How much did Sylvia pay you?" Rupert lifted his glass and sipped his drink emotionlessly.

"Didn't | already send you the death certificate? You said you received it."

Bridget clutched her son's hand nervously at that moment. Then, Rupert's phone rang.

"Mr. Garcia, your mansion is on fire."

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"Goodbye, | hate you. If only | could start over..."

Before she could finish, the house collapsed.

Perhaps it was a final illusion, but Sylvia thought she saw Rupert kneeling down.

Never mind.

Stella was there to meet her.

"Mommy, Mommy."

The afternoon sun blazed down on the Garcia Manor, where the atmosphere was as tense as if it were on fire.

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