NovelEnglishJelena stirred her fruit punch, the ice clinking against the glass, "Honestly, | only heard about her through our old school friends’ group chat. She was too naive, too fragile for the cutthroat world of showbiz." A melancholic smile crept across Aurelia's face as she said, "I still remember the first t| saw Chloe. She was wearing this light blue dress, looking like a nymph straight out of a fairy tale. So sunny, so cheerful, she was the epitof youth. | always thought she was the most beautiful girl I'd ever laid eyes on. Who would've thought a heartbreak could shatter her so completely that she couldn't find her way back?" A shadow of sorrow passed through Jelena's eyes.
"She was just too foolish. There are plenty of fish in the sea, why get hung up on one and let it ruin you?" Jelena said nonchalantly.
"And what about you?" Aurelia shot back, "You know Fredric's a jerk, the one who broke Chloe's heart, and yet you stay with him? If Chloe could see you from heaven, she'd be heartbroken all over again." Jelena offered a rueful smile, replying, "I just think if he's willing to turn over a new leaf, | should give him a chance." "He'll never change. A leopard can't change its spots. His womanizing ways are in his DNA." As Aurelia spoke, Jelena's phone rang, an urgent call from Joyce's family.
They had gone to the cemetery to pay their respects to Joyce and found her grave desecrated.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtJelena and Aurelia hurried to the scene.
The headstone was splattered with black paint, meant to resemble blood, and the ashes were scattered among the bushes, a despicable act of contempt.
Joyce's mother was on her knees, wailing with grief.
"My poor baby Joyce, who could do such a thing? Not even in death can you find peace." The police had been alerted by Joyce's brother.
Jelena trembled with rage, "How could this happen? Who would do such a thing?" A sharp pang of foreboding seized Aurelia. She had a terrible hunch.
She quickly made a call to her assistant, instructing a thorough investigation into the matter.
Two days later, Aurelia visited Sheryl's house.
The kids were off to school, and Sheryl was lounging with a face mask on.
"Sheryl, you should have ssort of spiritual cleansing done," she stated matter-of-factly.
"I had a session a couple of days ago. Everything should be alright," Sheryl replied nonchalantly.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"What kind of cleansing? One that ruins Joyce's grave and scatters her spirit to the winds?" Aurelia struggled to keep her voice steady.
Sheryl spoke offhandedly, "I hired a very powerful spiritualist from out of town. He said that Joyce's resentful energy was too deep and impossible to cleanse, so he had to disperse her soul. | had no choice because she wouldn't leavealone." Aurelia's heart ached with guilt. This was her fault. She had wanted Sheryl to repent, to seek forgiveness. She never imagined Sheryl would stoop to such vile actions.
"Don't you feel any remorse for Joyce? You were best friends. She's dead, and you destroy her grave?" Sheryl never felt a shred of guilt. She never really saw Joyce as a friend, always secretly envious of her.
Joyce always seemed to be one step ahead, making Sheryl feel like a mere backdrop to her spotlight.
"What are you talking about? | have nothing to feel guilty over. She and Fredric weren't married. It was a fair competition. She just couldn't handle losing," Sheryl retorted.
Then, with a hint of suspicion, she added, "How did you know about Joyce's grave?" "lI wanted to pay my respects, maybe say a prayer for you. But when | got there, | witnessed the whole scene. Her family was there, devastated," Aurelia replied calmly.
Sheryl snorted, "Our family paid her hospital bills. Otherwise, her own family couldn't have afforded it. It's her own fault for not fighting harder, for never waking up, and finally she's gone."
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