Lena POV“Stop being jealous.”Damon’s voice roared through the receiver, so sharp and loud that I jerked the phone away from my ear as if his fury could burn straight through the line. His anger was palpable, alive, like a storm slamming into me from miles away. “At a time like this, when our son is ill, you want to play petty games and accuse me of forcing him to call Celeste what he wants? You’ve lost your mind, Lena. Grow up.”The words ripped through me like claws.“No!” I screamed.“Yes,” he hissed back, venom dripping from every syllable. “You’re being a child.”The accusation knocked the wind from me, though I clutched the phone tighter, as though my grip alone could keep me tethered to some shred of dignity still left in me.My lips trembled when I pressed them together, swallowing hard against the sob clawing its way up my throat. If I let it loose, it would sound like defeat. And I knew, I knew, that if he heard it, he would only use it as proof of what he thought I was: fr
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