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He said with so much authority that I find myself nodding, "Why would you want to hurt me......" And the next thing he said shattered me into pieces ...... ______________________ Keep enjoying the story (⁠◠⁠‿⁠◕⁠) Hope you liked this chapter ｡⁠◕⁠‿⁠◕｡⁠◕⁠‿⁠◕⁠｡ Don't forget to like and rank the book 🌹

The moment he’s gone, the last thread of control shatters. I roar, guttural, and inhuman. The next second I'm tearing through the living room. My fist shatters a glass cabinet. The coffee table goes flying. I rip down curtains. A lamp crashes to the floor. The sound of splintering wood, shattering glass, and my own ragged breathing fills the house. But the burning, boiling fury inside me won't die. She is alive. She is with him. She's the Moonfire Healer. And she hates me.

Something inside me broke. The world shattered and fell silent.

His words were needles, but I’d long since grown used to the sting. I curled my fingers into tight fists before letting them speak with deadly calm: You won’t break me. His head tilted, his eyes narrowing. “Oh, but I don’t have to break you,” he whispered, stepping back into the shadows like a vulture circling a carcass. “You’re already cracked. All I have to do is tap…” He tapped his fingers once, twice, thrice against the stone wall—each knock loud, deliberate. “And watch you shatter.” The echo lingered longer than it should have. He thought he could chip away at me until I collapsed into dust. He didn’t realize—I’d already shattered. And from shattered things, sharper edges are born.

I didn’t faint. I shattered.

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If I remembered them truly,if I held every scar, every fear, every laugh,they could walk again beside me. The power settled into my marrow like a second heartbeat. And then, the book crumbled. It just… dissolved. One moment it was there, the next, only a pile of fine gray ash on my desk. I tried to stand. My legs gave out. The world tilted. Darkness rushed in at the edges of my vision. I collapsed to the floor, my head striking wood with a dull thud. The last thing I felt was warmth spreading through my chest in completion. Then, nothing.

The room fell silent once more, the only sound the distant crash of the waves outside the window. As Elara lay back against the pillows, she let out a long, slow breath, her mind struggling to process everything that had happened. She was alive—somehow, miraculously, she had survived. But she was no longer the same person she had been before. The old Elara had died on that operating table, her heart shattered by betrayal and loss.

"Do you need something?" His eyes filled with obvious sorrow, his voice trembling slightly. "Could we... maybe talk for a bit? I know I made a lot of mistakes in the past. But I'd like to talk with you, even if it's just this one last time." Seeing his defeated appearance, I felt no stir of emotion inside. The memories that had once kept me awake at night, that had once broken my heart, now felt distant and unfamiliar. After a brief hesitation, I gave a small nod and led him toward a secluded corner.

“Let us love you, child. The goddess may have taken Mia, but she placed you in our path for a reason. Don’t run from it.” I shook my head weakly. “But I’m not good… I’m broken. I’ve done things, seen things… you don’t know…” “And I don’t care.” His voice rose, fierce and trembling. “You are ours now.” He squeezed my hands as if anchoring me. “Ours. Do you hear me? Nothing will change that.” Something inside me shattered, a dam breaking, years of silent suffering pouring out in sobs that tore from my chest. I leaned forward, collapsing against him, burying my face into the warmth of his shoulder.