My Boyfriend’s Childhood Sweetheart Cursed Me?It All Came Back Chapter 06

My Boyfriend’s Childhood Sweetheart Cursed Me?It All Came Back Chapter 06

Ethan kept me close. Celine’s eyes burned with 

jealousy. 

“Stella, You bitch! Without you, I would’ve married 

him!” 

Her mind was gone–rage and heat eating her 

alive. She had no idea her own curse had bounced 

back. 

I grabbed the ice bucket and dumped it over her 

head. 

Heat met cold. She screamed. Loud. Again and 

again. 

People covered their ears. Some of the guys. smirked, eyes glinting with something ugly. James 

stepped forward, licking his lips. 

“She looks sick. Let me take her home.” 

“No.” I blocked him. 

I hated Celine. But I wasn’t about to let anyone 

assault her. 

Ethan called her housekeeper. Celine was taken 

home. 

He was still on edge. 

Especially after the news confirmed it–the rapist had struck again. Three cases in one month. His last known location? Our city. 

Ethan hired extra security for me. Stayed glued to my side. 

One evening, we were having dinner at his parents‘ place. 

Celine showed up uninvited. 

She watched me laugh with his family, and her face twisted with envy. They used to treat her like 

a daughter. Now I was the one in her place. Two. 

years away, and everything had changed. 

The TV was playing a report on the rapist. 

Celine gasped. “Oh! Manhattan! That’s our 

neighborhood. Stella, I heard you’ve been working late. You’re going in this Saturday, right? Be 

careful.” 

I frowned. “Take that back. Now. While you still 

can.” 

Ethan’s voice was ice cold. “Celine, we warned 

you.” 

His parents didn’t know the full story. But they were sharp–years in business had taught them to read people. They’d seen Celine’s dark side long ago. That’s exactly why they’d suggested she study abroad–to create distance. 

“Don’t say things you can’t take back,” his mother 

said. 

Celine was livid, but she held her tongue. She’d 

already spoken her curse anyway. She knew it 

would land. She offered a fake apology–more 

gloating than sorry. 

The system chimed. Curse rebounded. 

I sighed inside. She really brought this on herself. 

Saturday night came. I clocked out at 11 PM. 

Ethan stayed with me the whole time. 

We got home safe. The clock struck midnight. 

Then–knock, knock, knock! 

Ethan checked the monitor. A face–pale, bloody, 

broken. 

Celine.