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“But why? What did I ever do to deserve all that? What made you hate me so much?” I hear myself asking, not really knowing where I’m getting the courage from. And how I sound so collected, like I’m just responding to an everyday statement. Zara lets out a cold laugh, that cuts through my ears sharply. I find it strange, that she’s still sitting across me, not even bothering to shift, whilst I’m trying my best not to scoot as far backwards as I can. “Are you stupid, or are you just pretending to be stupid?” she then asks, her face suddenly turning into a scowl. “You took everything from me the moment you arrived here! My title, my popularity, even the man I’ve been calling father all my life! I was suddenly second everywhere!” I draw in a sharp breath, narrowing my eyes at her sudde