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"No! no amount of humiliation is less for this b***h," Mara insisted. "I can't forgive her for the way she treated you and your family."
I couldn't believe I had known her before. She was my friend; she was supposed to support me. I had confided in her about all my worries, including the unhappiness I felt living at my father's house. I had expressed my deep feelings for Atticus many times. Yet, despite knowing so much about me, she chose to deceive me and paint me as a terrible person who only stole mates.
"I didn't play anyone!" When I felt the need to defend myself, I shouted. Despite everything, including baring myself in front of the two of them, I couldn't protect myself from her attack because I was too overwhelmed.
"Ahhh!" She slapped me again, and this time I eve
