Too Late to Beg: I’m No Longer Yours Chapter 11

Too Late to Beg: I’m No Longer Yours Chapter 11

That night, Delaney posted yet another video.

She was perched on a window ledge, crying so hard she was hyperventilating.

“If my existence brings everyone this much pain, I’ll just disappear.”

Hayes crashed into the frame and wrestled her away from the ledge.

The video cut to black.

The stunt worked like a charm.

Unsurprisingly, the comment section softened.

[Are you happy now that you’re bullying a girl to death?]

[She might be terrible, but nobody deserves to be driven to the edge.]

I stared at those comments. An icy sickness churned in my stomach.

Right at that moment, an anonymous email landed in my inbox.

There was no sender name. Just an attached security video.

The footage showed Delaney lounging on a hotel sofa. The windows were bolted completely shut.

She smirked at Brie.

“Once I post the ledge video, Hayes is going to feel so bad for me.”

Brie looked hesitant.

“Isn’t that taking it a little too far?”

Delaney slowly slipped my ring onto her finger.

“If we don’t take it far, how do we shut Nova up?”

“Besides, she’s practically ruining my life anyway.”

At the very end of the clip, she held up her phone, adjusted the angle, and perfectly feigned her emotional breakdown.

I stared at the screen. A cold sweat broke out across my back.

I forwarded the video to my lawyer.

And to the police.

The next day, Delaney was hauled into the precinct for questioning.

Brie flipped on her immediately.

She broke down sobbing in the interrogation room.

“Laney put me up to all of it.”

“She said Nova was too dominant. That the only way to make Hayes leave her for good was to push her until she

looked like a psychopath.”

“She threw the necklace into the ocean on purpose.”

“She said she despised Nova. If Nova hadn’t gone to Canada, Laney would be the one standing by Hayes’s side.”

“She just wanted to destroy everything Nova cared about.”

When I read the police report, my hands shook so violently I could barely hold the paper.

It was all intentional. She never even liked the necklace.

She just wanted to make me lose my mother all over again.

The day Hayes arrived in Toronto, the snow was falling heavily.

He stood outside my science building. He was so gaunt he looked like a ghost.

The second he saw me, his eyes turned bloodshot.

“Nova.”

I stopped in my tracks.

“What are you doing here?”

He took a step forward, too terrified to come any closer.

“I came to apologize.”

“And to give you this.”

He pulled a small box from his pocket.

Inside rested a worn silver chain.

The pendant was warped. The edges tarnished black by the harsh saltwater.

My breath caught. I reached out for it.

The moment my fingertips brushed the metal, tears spilled down my cheeks.

It was Mom’s necklace.