The echo of Bruce's voice reverberated in the dimly lit room, freezing the air around me, as dread coiled in the pit of my stomach. Fear and desperation consumed me as I took in his demented expression.
“Glad you’re finally awake, Sleeping Beauty?" Bruce sneered.
My mind raced, a surge of disbelief and confusion gripping me. "Bruce? How... how did you get involved in this?"
Stella, seated nearby with an air of eerie satisfaction, interjected smoothly. "Bruce reached out to me, Evie. He wanted to offer his expertise in... seeking revenge after the pain you caused."
Shock coursed through me. "You... you reached out to Stella? You were that desperate to ruin me?"
Bruce's expression remained stoic. "I offered her a chance to make things right. And here we are."
My disgust with him someho
