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Broken Trust

作者: Oma
last update publish date: 2026-07-12 23:21:53

ALISTAIR'S POV:

I look at her. I see the tears on her face and also see the pain in her eyes with the sincerity in her voice.

But I also see the lies. I also see the manipulation. I also see the girl who almost destroyed my family.

"It is going to take a long time for me to trust you again," I say. "Maybe forever."

I close the door.

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ELARA'S POV:

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I stand in the hallway, staring at the closed door.

The wood is smooth under my palm and the silence that follows is thick and heavy
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mildred lorena
Why would Alistair forgive you. I understand celestine and lysander cause to them you are their daughter but Alistair has no obligation to forgive you. Infact you should stay very far away from him. period
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mildred lorena
You almost destroyed a family who brought you up with a lot of love just because of one stupid letter from your monster of a father, and you now want to be forgiven. If your father couldn't forgive celestine for leaving him when he is the one who asked her for that stupid divorce in the first place
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mildred lorena
Elara is very stupid, it hurts?, how does it hurt? If it was you in Alistairs shoes, would you forgive you?, you almost killed everyone in that family because of your stupidity and cruelty you inherited from you father and you expect forgiveness. You destroyed a family who brought you up with a lot
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