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Chapter 83: Best Friend Doubt

Author: Kane Wilder
last update publish date: 2026-07-22 05:00:43

Elara confronted Lila in the dim corner of their hideout, the accusation hanging between them like a live wire ready to spark. Her best friend’s denial came swift and defensive, eyes wide with a mix of hurt and defiance that only deepened the fracture in their once unbreakable bond. The evidence of Lila’s secret meeting with Grant had shattered the last remnants of blind trust, leaving Elara’s chest tight with a storm of betrayal and sorrow. The room felt smaller, the air thicker as words flew
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