Chapter 278

In the end, she knew she had to say it. Delia Fleming let out a quiet sigh and just laid it all out. She spoke honestly about returning to Oceanvale for revenge. Everything she’d done, and how it felt seeing Curtis Stockton again after five whole years. How he’d already gotten back on his feet. But the moment Curtis heard that she’d died in his arms in that past life, something in his expression froze up. There was this deep sorrow and pain etched across his face, like a bitter cold that wouldn’t melt. He looked like stone—distant, unreadable—but beneath that, it was all regret. Suddenly, he pulled his hands away and stood up in a rush. His eyes, shadowed and hard to read, briefly met hers before he turned and started pacing. Delia had no clue what was swirling in his mind, and she didn’t try to stop him either. His mood was heavy—frustrated, heartbroken—and she knew pushing him would only make it worse. Curtis kept pacing for about two minutes, then out of nowhere—bam! He slammed his