She remained seated at the dining table long after the candles burned out, staring at the empty chair across from her like Damian might suddenly return and say this was all a mistake.By morning, the mansion already felt different.Not like a home. Like a place she no longer belonged.The servants avoided eye contact as Elena quietly packed her clothes into two suitcases. Some looked sympathetic. Others looked relieved.After all, everyone in the Lancaster mansion knew one thing: The real woman of the house had always been Victoria Clarke.Not Elena.Elena folded the last of her sweaters carefully when the bedroom door suddenly opened.“Finished packing yet?” The sharp voice made Elena stiffen.Anastasia Lancaster… Damian's mother. She stepped into the room wearing an expensive silk robe and a look of obvious disgust.Damian’s mother had hated Elena from the first day of the marriage.To Anastasia, Elena was nothing more than an orphan who seduced her son into a scandalous wedding.El
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