"Stop talking!" Faye Sheffield had realized something, but she couldn't bring herself to accept it. "Stop! Annabelle Linton, you bitch, you're trying to drive a wedge between me and Vivian!"
There's nothing more devastating than being stabbed in the back by the person you trust the most.
Faye Sheffield finally seemed to understand. Every time she had followed Vivian Yates, Vivian got to play the good guy, while she was the one who ended up as the villain and took all the punishment.
She was using her. She had been using her all along!
Faye Sheffield was on the verge of a breakdown. "What do you get out of this?! You bitch, you're going to hell!"
"Oh."
Her eyes, cold and dark as ink, held a chilling indifference. "Then go to your grave cherishing your pure, noble friendship. Long live friendship.
Indeed. There's nothing more unforgettable or precious, is there? Except you're just deluding yourself."
