Meirah sat on her bed, her mind still reeling from the emotional turmoil of the day. The room was dimly lit, reflecting the shadows that hung heavily over her heart.
Her mother's pale face on the hospital bed was etched in her mind, a painful reminder of her mortality and vulnerability. The weight of Lucian's betrayal and his insistence on a relationship with Camila, who happened to be his fated mate, and a default homewrecker in her marriage, still lingered like a dark shadow both in her heart and head. And then, there was the necklace—a seemingly innocuous piece of jewelry that had stirred something deep within her.
‘It’s precious to us,’ she said after hearing Zoya’s words.
‘How could you say that?’ Meirah asked in confusion. I was hoping that she would get some answers from her.
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