Queen Revenge

When the car passed by the flower store and I saw that the front of the flower store was filled with flowers for memorial service, I remembered that today was Qingming Festival.

I told Walker Richter to stop the car, “I’ll skip the office today, I’ll go to the cemetery.”

He didn’t ask me who I was going to pay my respects to, just like the last time he picked me up from the cemetery in the pouring rain, and didn’t ask why I was there.

His lack of questioning was exactly what I wanted, and I realized that he really knew me well.

If he had asked, I wouldn’t have known how to open my mouth to explain.

Walker Richter still doesn’t know that I had a baby, and it’s hard for me to say how I’m going to tell him that I had a night with a man I’ve never met and had a baby.

It was not something I intended to keep from Walker Richter for the rest of my life, but it was by no means time to tell him.

I went into the florist and bought a bouquet of flowers and took a cab to the cemetery.

It’s raining at the time of the Qingming Festival.

It was a really bad day, there were a lot of people visiting the graves and the roads were very crowded, it was eleven o’clock by the time I got to the cemetery.

The wind blew and the cemetery was filled with paper money.

Everywhere is the sound of mourning.

I walked over toward my children’s headstones with flowers in my hands; Randy Pan had brought me here once, and I remembered the place where my children were buried.

Before he could approach, a familiar face suddenly appeared in front of him.

It was a real surprise to run into Selina Versta here.

I was dressed all in black with sunglasses and my hands in my coat pockets, my head down as I walked toward me.

Who did she come here to worship?

Selina Versta didn’t see me until she got closer, and when she paused and her gaze came over, even through her sunglasses, I could feel the glare and hatred in those eyes.

It’s that feeling again.

Only Bella Hill has ever given me that feeling.

Selina Versta took off her sunglasses as she stood on the bluestone steps, a cut above me, and looked at me condescendingly, “What a coincidence.”

Her tone was cold, like a viper wrapped around her neck.

“A coincidence indeed.” I glanced behind her, at the rows of tombstones, and wondered who she was worshipping, and couldn’t help but think of what the bearded man had said, that Bella Hill’s baby had died at birth.

I met up with Selina Versta Cemetery again at this time of the year on Purim.

What a coincidence.

I smiled nonchalantly and asked, “Who did Miss Versta come here to worship?”

Her eyes were scarlet and she had obviously been crying.

“It’s none of your business.” Selina Versta changed her demeanor and her whole body was like a thorn in the side: “Alva Hill, are you comfortable in this Ms. Richter seat?”

“Pretty good.” I deliberately said, “Walker Richter is gentle and considerate to me, and this Ms. Richter’s position is kinda hard for me to give up.”

Selina Versta smiled coolly, “Someone else’s stuff that you want for yourself, Alva Hill, are you sitting still?”

“That’s not Miss Versta’s concern.” I smiled back, “By the way, I haven’t congratulated Miss Versta yet, I heard that Miss Versta is with Ulysses Will, congratulations to Miss Versta for getting what she wants.”

“He would have been mine.” Selina Versta suddenly became a little more emotional and descended several steps in a row, only one step away from me, “If it wasn’t for you, Ulysses Will and I would have been married with a happy family of three …”

A family of three?

That’s a very informative statement.

She seemed to realize that she had spoken out of turn and glared at me viciously, rubbing her cheeks with hatred in her eyes, “You’re just as disgusting as Bella Hill.”

Before and after this Selina Versta was like a different person, and spoke in a completely different key, as if there were two consciousnesses, two thought personalities in one body.

Two consciousnesses?

I was startled by the thought, could Selina Versta …

Split personality disorder?

Resentment crossed the bottom of Selina Versta’s eyes and her gaze locked on me, and if eyes could kill, I’m afraid I’d have died a thousand times over.

“Bella Hill, Alva Hill, you are no good, I hate you, and I will make you pay for the crimes you have committed.”

Selina Versta’s eyes became intimidating, and with the cemetery being an eerie place as it is, the back of my head went cold from her staring at me like that.

It’s like she thinks I’m Bella Hill.

Dropping this, Selina Versta puts on her sunglasses and walks past me.

As she brushed against me, I had the fearful eerie feeling of brushing against the dead.

I turned to look at Selina Versta’s thin back, and the feeling of dread lingered, injecting itself into my heart like a haze.

I came back to my senses after a long time and squeezed the flowers in my hand, realizing that my palms were cold and sweaty.

I walked over to the child’s headstone and noticed that there were already flowers in front of the headstone and unburned paper money; someone had come to pay their respects.

Who could it be?

My child, who will be the sacrifice?

Thinking about the Selina Versta I just met, and then looking at the half-burned paper money in front of the tombstone, I always felt that there was something wrong somewhere, and a coolness crawled up the mountain in my heart.

I had the feeling of standing in a fog and vaguely seeing a little bit of truth.

After leaving the cemetery, I immediately went to the hospital to consult with the most authoritative specialist in psychiatry.

From my description, the doctor couldn’t quite tell that Selina Versta was suffering from a split personality disorder, but it was a real possibility, and he wanted to see the person in person before he could make a judgment.

There’s no way I’m bringing Selina Versta.

With the doctor’s words, I have a little bit of a better idea in mind.

There’s definitely something wrong with this Selina Versta.

And to know what the problem is, you don’t necessarily have to start with the person themselves.

Just as I was thinking of calling a private investigator to check Selina Versta’s background and if she had any friends, Helen Lancelot called me out of the blue.

I haven’t had a date with her in a long time.

Helen Lancelot was on the phone saying there was a birthday party and that I should come over tonight and it was the kind you can’t say no to or she’d come to the house to see me.

I had to go over at night to the address she gave me, and for once, I was in the right place.

I didn’t realize Helen Lancelot knew about Selina Versta.

She said, “I’ve seen her twice before from afar, she likes Randy Pan, coy, always keep her head down, but I haven’t seen her for a long time, the last time I met with Randy Pan, I did see her once, I almost didn’t recognize her at that time, I guess she went to where she got plastic surgery, it’s quite a big change… Bella, why are you asking about this person. ”

Selina Versta likes Randy Pan?

I don’t see that at all, it’s Randy Pan who is possessive of Selina Versta.Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

A Selina Versta who liked Randy Pan suddenly went on to like Ulysses Will and said it was me who did it to her, or else she and Ulysses Will would be happy as a family.

This doesn’t feel right in any way.

But if, on the other hand, Selina Versta is Bella Hill, it all lines up.

There are still a few mysteries left to be solved, but that’s pretty much it.

It’s outrageous, but not impossible.

I took a shallow sip from my glass and said meaningfully, “This is a wonderful play.”

Helen Lancelot looked confused, “Bella, what are you saying, why can’t I understand.”

“Nothing, come on, drink.” I smiled and clinked glasses with her.

A glass of wine had just bottomed out when there was a sudden commotion at the entrance to the birthday party.