My Mother Killed Me For Her Stepdaughter novel Chapter 44

My voice cracked, and tears filled my eyes as I spoke. If I had discovered their affair in my past life, Claire might have been saved, and I wouldn't have been falsely accused and stabbed to death in prison.

Sophia, unfazed by the mounting evidence, smirked and spoke with shameless arrogance.

"Sure, we were having an affair. But that doesn't prove we killed her. Your accusations are baseless."

Daniel dropped his pretense of innocence, his expression turning smug and defiant.

"I've been sick of you for a long time, Ella," he sneered. "Always acting like you're better than everyone else. The only reason I stuck around was for your money. Now that it's all out in the open, I don't care anymore. You've lost everything—don't come crawling back to me."

The sight of their audacity made my stomach turn. Killing them outright would have been too merciful. They thought they could walk away unscathed, but I was about to shatter their delusion.

"Daniel, you think that fake stock transfer agreement you tricked me into signing gives you control of the company. You're dreaming."

I displayed documents proving their illegal transfer of company shares.

The evidence left them both visibly shaken, collapsing onto the floor as the police moved in and cuffed them.

Daniel, now unhinged, laughed maniacally. "Ella, you think you've won? Your sister is dead. You have no one left. Do you think you'll find peace in the life you have now? Claire's death will haunt you forever."

A familiar voice cut through the chaos.

This was the truth behind Claire's death in my past life. This time, I'd managed to save her.

"You despicable creatures will rot in hell for what you've done," I spat, my voice trembling with rage.

The crowd, which had been hostile toward me just moments ago, now turned their fury on Daniel and Sophia. They descended on Daniel, hitting him until he doubled over, coughing up blood. Sophia, meanwhile, clutched herself defensively, screaming as her hair was pulled and her face slapped.

The buckets of paint Daniel had intended to use to humiliate me were instead dumped all over the two of them, staining their clothes and faces. Even the influencers Daniel had paid to control the narrative eagerly turned their cameras toward the chaos, livestreaming every second of their disgrace.

I stood to the side, watching the scene with cold detachment. In my past life, I had been the one dragged through the mud, condemned and destroyed. But today, I had avenged Claire—and saved her. Nothing else mattered.