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71: ITS NOT HER FAULT

Author: Glittering gold
last update Last Updated: 2025-01-17 23:40:56

ELARA’S POV

“Elara Lilith Westwood, do you mind explaining that nonsense I just watched on Wake Up NYC?” my mother’s sharp voice cut through the quiet morning air, her rage radiating from her.

The driver, oblivious to the growing tension, casually carried my suitcase to the front porch of the house.

A small part of me wanted to call out to him, to tell him not to bother going past the gate because there was a good chance I wouldn’t be staying long.

My mother might disown me before I even set foot inside.

But I didn’t. I simply stood there, frozen, as my mother shifted slightly to let the driver pass, her piercing gaze never leaving me.

“Are you even listening to me?” she snapped, her frown deepening as I stayed silent.

“Mom, the thing is… I— uhm…” I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper.

“What? Speak up, Elara!” she demanded.

“What you saw on TV was… a lie,” I finally managed, though I wasn’t sure she believed me.

Her eyes narrowed as she launched into the rant I’d bee
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