Chapter 98
Candice was wearing a stunning red gown that hugged her dancer’s body, showcasing every slender, graceful curve. She glanced at the conference hall Rebekah had just exited and smiled sweetly.
“I heard there was a designer conference here. Were you attending, sister p>
Patricia looked from Candice to Rebekah. “Is that your sister p>
Rebekah turned to Patricia. “Don’t you have somewhere to be? You should go. I’ll treat you to dinner some other time p>
Patricia nodded cheerfully. “Alright, I’ll see you later p>
Once she was gone, Rebekah faced the other two. Her eyes fell on the hand Benjamin had placed on Candice’s waist, and a cold, dismissive smile touched her lips. “What else would I be doing here? Dancing p>
The moment Rebekah’s gaze fell on his hand, Benjamin snatched it away. For some reason, ever since Candice had confessed her feelings, he’d been plagued by a nagging sense of guilt, as if he were betraying Rebekah. But he couldn’t just abandon Candice.
Rebekah’s sarcastic tone made him frown. “Do you have to be so passive- aggressive? Candice is your sister, not your enemy p>
Candice put on a wounded expression. “Sister, it wasn’t my fault you hurt your leg. You were punished for your own crime. Just because you can’t dance anymore doesn’t give you the right to take it out on me. Besides,” she added, her voice dripping with false concern, “I was just worried about you. You’ve never been involved in the design world. I was afraid you’d embarrass yourself by trying to barge in p>
A few designers who were also leaving overheard Candice’s words. Their expressions shifted as they looked at Rebekah.
Rebekah’s gaze locked on Benjamin. “Tell her. Tell her who was really responsible for that hit-and-run p>
Benjamin’s eyes darted away. He
knew it was candice. But she had worked so hard to become a
principal dancer
scandal like that
would ruin her Rebekah was different. They were married Even if she couldn’t dance, he could provide for her, ensure she lived in luxury for the rest of her life.
He frowned, deliberately changing the subject “Rebekah, when are you going to accept your place? You’reza housewife who knows nothing. aboutart. What are you doing at a aigh end conference like this? How did you even get in? Haven’t you embarrassed yourself enough p>
Rebekah hadn’t expected anything better from him, but his blatant condescension
still stung. She was done talking to a brick wall. She turned to leave.
“Wait, sister.” Candice suddenly grabbed her arm, her nails digging into Rebekah’s skin. She leaned in close, her voice a venomous whisper only Rebekah could hear. “I stole your fiancé, I stole your career as a principal dancer and I can just easily steal your husband. You stole eighteen years of my life. Now, I’m going to take everything that’s yours p>
Suddenly, her nails dug deeper. Rebekah cried out in pain and instinctively shook her off.
“Ah!” Candice shrieked, stumbling sideways and collapsing to the floor. “My foot! My foot p>
Benjamin rushed to her side. Candice’s face was pale, her eyes wide with manufactured terror. “Sister, even if you hate me, you can’t ruin my foot! How will I
ever dance again?” she sobbed, tears streaming down her face.
Benjamin’s face contorted with rage as he glared at Rebekah.