Claire knew Ellie was gone.
She'd seen the truth, yet she kept using Ellie's name like a weapon, rubbing salt into my still - bleeding wounds. The moment her call came through, I was certain: this wasn't a coincidence.
She'd deliberately planned Lillian's party on the very day of Ellie's burial, a mockery of my daughter's memory.
A third - place win in some trivial pack game?
She was flaunting it, rubbing in how Alpha Sean doted on Lillian while Ellie had been forgotten.
Even when Ellie was alive, Claire had weaponized Alpha Sean's favoritism, and now, she refused to let my girl rest in peace. Her cruelty knew no bounds.
"Olivia, you there?" Claire's voice slithered through the phone, sickeningly sweet.
My stomach turned with disgust, but a cold smirk tugged at my lips.
"Sure," I
