Bella's POV
My expression wasn't just empty posturing—I genuinely wanted Ivy dead.
I watched Genevieve's face crumble, her heart clearly shattering. She was probably thinking, 'Is this really the daughter I carried in my womb?'
I used to just envy Ivy, never actually trying to harm her. We'd grown up together, shared what felt like real sisterly love.
But then I'd lost control completely, poisoning her, plotting against her, doing whatever it took to push her toward death.
Genevieve had never been unfair to me. Whatever Ivy received, I never went without. So why wasn't I satisfied?
I saw Genevieve staring at Ivy, disappointment flooding her eyes. 'This daughter of mine... she's beyond saving,' the woman was clearly thinking.
Richard's face hardened, fury barely restrained beneath the surface.
With just a few words from me, what had obviously been an accident was now twisted into Ivy deliberately torching the memorial hall.
