The Forgotten Mate
Leah's actions were a cruel assault on my dignity, a reminder of the power she held over me.
Her hand struck across my cheek with a resounding slap, the force of it reverberating through my entire being. As the stinging pain radiated, so too did the weight of her verbal assault. She rained down a torrent of insults, each word cutting deeper than the last, tearing away at the remnants of my self-worth.
In that moment, as Leah continued her tirade, Liam remained a silent spectator. His lack of intervention or condemnation spoke volumes, a confirmation of the indifference he held towards my suffering. I watched as he turned and walked out of the room, leaving me with this witch.
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