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Meera~

I swallowed the lump forming in my throat, her words slicing through my chest like shards of broken glass. My fingers trembled as I clutched the empty tray, forcing a polite smile on my face.

"Apologies, Mummy," I murmured, my voice soft, almost breaking. "I'll keep that in mind."

Abram sat silently beside her, his expression cold, detached, as though her insult had no impact. He didn’t even glance at me. That hurt more than her words ever could.

"You can leave now," she said, waving me off like I was an insignificant maid.

I nodded, backing away carefully, then turning on my heels to escape the suffocating air of the room. My vision blurred with unshed tears, but I blinked them away. Not now. Not in front of her.

In the kitchen, I set the tray down with trembling hands and gripped the edge of the counter, trying to calm myself. My breath came in short gasps as the tears finally fell, but I refused to sob aloud. I couldn’t risk them hearing me.

Her words echoed in my min