Stop It She's Remarrying by Stellar Strands

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Esme could only stare at her, dumbfounded. The only person who treated her with some sincerity in the entire Thomas household was her.

“You bought so many things for me, and they're all my favorites,” Mrs. Thomas said as she wept.

Esme simply said numbly, “If my mom was like you, I... | wouldn't have ended up like this.” Ever since she was little, she had always been scolded by Beth. Saying that she had to be the best.

That she had to claw her way out in the world! That she had to be in the spotlight! That she had to be the apple of everyone's eyes! Beth taught her to steal, to be ruthless, to be fake. No one taught her to be compassionate.

Even Fia. Perhaps, she and her mother did once treat her as family. But her mom would always tell her not to lose to Fia. No matter where she would go with her, her

mother would always prepare the prettiest clothes for her so that she wouldn't lose to Fia.

Beth would quietly tell her that Fia was a child without a father.

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That she couldn't lose to Fia.

Mrs. Thomas looked at Esme, pained. The days that she spent with her were no mirage... She couldn't letit go.

“You shouldn't hurt Britney... She's such a kind child.” Mrs.

Thomas couldn't cry anymore, and her eyes filled with resentment. “Now, Britney isn't as close with me anymore. It's all because of you!” Esme wanted to say something. Mrs. Thomas was the only one that showed her some kindness. She wanted to catch that kindness.

“I brought everything you bought for me.” Mrs. Thomas couldn't look at Esme again after that, and she stood up and ran out.

Esme could only sit there with her mind blank. She wasn't sure how to face it all.

Aman in uniform walked in and asked, “Mrs. Thomas brought ‘some things over. What do you want to do with it?” “Burn it,” Esme said.

“Sure.” “Wait!” Esme suddenly remembered Hank's hunched back.

“Can you sell it? And give the money to my father?” The staff frowned. “We'll give them to your father directly, then.” “That's fine, too.” Esme was thinking that it would be good if Hank could sell them and get some money. But in the end, she was fine with him burning or dumping them.

That was the last thing she would do for him. It was up to him whether he would accept it!

On the day of her execution, Silas pushed Conrad to see her.

‘When Esme saw him, she couldn't help but cry.

She couldn't beg and lie to him like she did in the past anymore.

He came here to see her executed. How much hate did he have for her?! She rather he didn’t come at all! “Cough!” Conrad coughed with his head hung low, and his face became even paler.

Silas covered him with his coat with worry on his face.

“Sir, once you get back to the hospital, you must rest. Don't fight with the doctors anymore.” Conrad didn’t say a word as he glared at Esme with cold eyes.

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Her eyes were covered, and she was forced on her knees wearing a prisoner's outfit.

The executioner stood behind her and then pointed the rifle at the back of her head.

Bang! And she fell.

Conrad coughed without emotion and said to Silas, “Check up on her.” “Sure.” Silas knew about Conrad's worries. He went over and investigated in detail before walking back.

“The prisoner is dead.” Conrad didn't feel that it was enough and coldly said, “Cremate the corpse and feed the ashes to the dogs!” Silas was stunned. “Of course.” “Do it personally!” Silas then said worryingly, “Then, you...” “I'll be fine.” Conrad moved the wheelchair on his own and slowly left.

Silas called the people outside to keep an eye on him, worried

that something would happen to him.

For the past half month, he didn't work at all, but he also didn’t rest. He would always sneak out in the middle of the night.

Not long ago, he went to the madam’s primary school in the middle of the night. He injured his leg when he climbed over the wall, and he refused to get treatment for it even now.

Silas was so worried. No matter how strong he was, he was going to get permanently injured one of these days! In the middle of the night, Conrad opened his eyes and looked at Silas sitting on the chair, napping.

He got up from the bed and then staggered his way toward the window.

Looking at the cold night outside, he remembered the bright smile Fia had after their marriage. All he could feel was the pain in his heart.

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