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Chapter 124: Stepmother

Author: Avvi Keller
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-03-09 21:30:46

Sheila froze. I finally looked at her, and there was nothing in my gaze. No fight. No anger. No will left to argue. Just sheer, crushing exhaustion.

“I’m tired,” I murmured. “I feel sick. I don’t want to do this right now.”

Sheila opened her mouth to protest, but then she really looked at me. I knew what she saw. I was pale. My lips were dry, almost cracked. The dark circles beneath my eyes were so deep they looked bruised. My hands, resting limply on my lap, trembled slightly.

I wasn’t just exhausted.

I was broken.

Sheila swallowed hard, her frustration shifting into something else—something much more painful.

For the first time, she didn’t argue. I just turned my head, looking back out at the horizon, my eyes unfocused, lost in the vast emptiness stretching before me.

Sheila was quiet for a moment. I thought she had given up, that she would just walk away like everyone else eventually did.

But then, suddenly, she broke.

A soft sob escaped her lips, barely audible at first, before it
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