“Miss me, bitch?”The voice slid from the darkness like a blade against glass, sharp and cold. My heart stuttered before the shadow stepped forward, revealing Clara.For a heartbeat I almost didn’t recognize her. The Clara I once knew carried a glow—a dangerous, surgically perfected beauty that always felt like a challenge. But this Clara looked different. Thinner. Precise. Her once radiant skin now held a damp, gray cast. Her eyes, once bright with mischief, looked older, haunted. The sleek hair that had always been her crown was now cut short, jagged around her face as if life had stripped her of vanity. Suffering clung to her like smoke.“Mum… who is she?” Ava’s small voice tugged me out of the frozen moment.Clara tilted her head, eyes sliding to my daughter. A slow, poisonous smile crept across her lips. “Aww, the little one,” she cooed, bending to Ava’s level. “She looks just like the man, doesn’t she? The man you stole from me.”“Don’t touch her,” I snapped, yanking Ava behind
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