Amara didn't tremble. She stepped forward, crossing the threshold until she was inches from Elara's face. Her voice was low, steady, and devastatingly calm.
The hallway seemed to shrink as the two women stood anchored in the dim light, the air between them thick with years of unspoken poison. Amara took a slow step forward, her gaze as sharp and cold as a blade.
"Your life, Elara?" Amara's voice was a low, jagged whisper that scraped against the quiet.
"Each time, I wonder what your brain is actually made of. You married my boyfriend while you knew we were together, and you were perfectly fine with him calling me his wife in public. You stayed in the shadows. I get that you'd be jealous, but you schemed your way into Sebastian's life."
She tilted her head, a cruel, knowing smile pulling at her lips. "You caused that accident. You pretended to save him. You forced your child on him. So, yes, everything happening to you right now, it's all your own doing."
