When Love Comes Late

Benny was being carried out, his chest and arms gruesomely wounded, bleeding profusely.

The rain mixed with his blood, painting him a ghastly red.

He was barely clinging to life.

Flossie’s heart sank as she struggled to catch her breath.

As Benny’s eyes met Flossie’s, a flicker of excitement passed over his face, and he seemed about to

speak.

However, when his gaze shifted to Colin, his expression changed dramatically.

Realization dawned upon him, disbelief coloring his features.

“It’s… It’s you?” he managed to whisper, the words draining what little energy he had left.

A hint of sympathy flickered across Flossie’s face, though it was fleeting.

“I’ve given you countless chances,” she began, her voice cutting through the sound of rain with a cold, desolate edge.

“I’ve always hoped you’d mend your ways.

I was even willing to forsake my friendship with Stella, to renounce my identity as Edmund’s daughter, just to be with you.

But when you insisted on ending our baby’s life… our baby… how could you bear to do such a thing?”

Her words trembled with emotion, tears welling in her eyes, tinted with profound loathing.

Benny gasped, overwhelmed with emotion, his expression gradually turning ferocious.

He stared at Flossie, unable to confront the reality she laid bare.

Closing her eyes, Flossie continued, “I warned you, if anything happened to the baby, I would hate you.

But I never wished for your death.

I only wanted you to face the consequences of your actions.

”

Benny’s lips quivered as he tried to respond, but no words came out.

His breaths were ragged, and his face contorted to anger and helplessness.

Flossie drew in a deep breath, suppressing her tears as she tightened her fists.

“Perhaps it was a mistake from the moment I met you.

We shouldn’t have been together in the first place.

I understand now-you never loved me.

Your heart belonged to Evelyn.

So, if there’s a next life, let’s not cross paths again.

”

“It’s you… It’s all because of you…” Benny’s gaze bored into Flossie’s, a sudden clarity dawning upon him.

He pieced together the puzzle: Edmund’s abrupt change in demeanor, the evidence Matthew had gathered.

Benny, always vigilant, questioned why incriminating evidence would fall into Matthew’s hands.

The only plausible explanation was betrayal from within his circle.

And the truth hit him like a ton of bricks-it was Flossie who had orchestrated his downfall.

Faced with his accusation, Flossie offered no denial.

With a bitter smile, Benny struggled to speak, his voice weak.

“You… you’re so heartless…”

As his voice trailed off, the faint rise and fall of his chest gradually ceased.

With his hand falling limply and his eyes still brimming with hatred, Flossie’s heart shattered into a million pieces, leaving her in a daze.

Had he truly died like this?