Elara’s eyes blazed with anger as she listened to Charles’ words, her hands clenched into fists at her sides. “Selfish?” she seethed, her voice trembling with barely contained rage. “How dare you call me selfish after all that you’ve done?”
Charles stood frozen, his eyes flickering towards the door, contemplating his escape. But Elara was far from done. She advanced towards him, her voice low and menacing. “You betrayed me. You sold me out to the Regars, and now you have the nerve to beg for forgiveness? To expect me to show you mercy?”
Elara’s words cut through the tension in the room like a knife. Charles stayed silent, his face pale, as she continued speaking.
“I worked my entire life for the career you helped destroy. I climbed out of the dirt, out of poverty, taking care of my moth
