Chapter 69
Bella’s breath caught in her throat as she watched the scene unfold.
The jade bracelet that Nigel had given her, her favorite piece, was shattered by Rosalind with a cruel and deliberate force.
It was gone—destroyed so easily, and the pain in Bella’s chest mirrored the breaking of that bracelet.
It was as if a part of her had been ripped away, too.
Instantly, her heart surged with rage.
She wanted to make Rosalind pay for this, to break her in the same way.
But what could she do? Rosalind was already playing her game, and Bella knew it.
“Rosalind Gold!” Bella’s voice was a growl of fury.
Her eyes were bloodshot with anger, and she could hardly control the urge to retaliate.
Rosalind, on the other hand, was calculating.
She had a plan, and Bella knew exactly what it was.
The smug smile on Rosalind’s face only fueled Bella’s desire for vengeance.
“So what if I broke the bracelet, Anna? You and I are alone now.
Who do you think Justin will believe when I tell him you hurt me?”
Rosalind’s words were venomous, and Bella’s eyes narrowed.
She saw exactly what Rosalind was trying to do—set her up, twist the narrative.
But Bella refused to play into it.
She remained still, not giving Rosalind the satisfaction of seeing her flustered.
Rosalind grinned maliciously, bending down to pick up the broken pieces of the bracelet from the sink.
“You think you can get away with humiliating me, don’t you? Well, let’s see how Justin reacts when I show him this.”
Before Bella could even move, Rosalind lifted one of the sharp shards and pressed it against her wrist.
The action was quick and decisive.
Bella’s eyes widened in horror as she saw Rosalind intentionally cut herself, a deep gash opening on her wrist.
Blood flowed freely, staining the marble sink beneath.
Bella was paralyzed for a moment, the scene playing out before her in slow motion.
The sheer audacity of Rosalind’s actions stunned her.
But then, she knew what would come next.
Rosalind would run out of here, crying and claiming victimhood.
She’d play the innocent, injured party.
And Bella—Bella would be the one left to take the blame.
“Ah!” Rosalind screamed, her voice high-pitched and filled with fake distress.
She stumbled out of the bathroom, clutching her bloody wrist, her cries echoing down the hall.
It was exactly what Bella had predicted.
The act was flawless, and Rosalind was playing it to the hilt.
Bella stood there, still holding the broken pieces of the jade bracelet in her hand, her heart aching.
The pain wasn’t just physical—it was a betrayal, a cruel reminder that Justin and Rosalind would always be locked in this toxic dance.
Bella clenched her jaw, refusing to let Rosalind see her break.
As Bella stepped out of the bathroom, she heard the chaotic noise from the corridor—voices, footsteps.
Rosalind was already gathering an audience, drawing attention to herself like a magnet.
People stopped, phones appeared, and whispers spread through the crowd.