The storm outside had finally settled, leaving a thick mist clinging to the windows of the manor. The morning air was cool, but inside the walls, the atmosphere was thick with tension. Amara barely slept after the previous night, her mind replaying the scene over and over—Lily offering to stay, her presence driving a wedge deeper between her and Alexander. She couldn’t help but feel the fire of jealousy burning hotter by the hour.
As the day went on, the manor seemed restless, like it was feeding off the turmoil between its inhabitants. Amara tried to keep herself busy, but her thoughts always returned to one thing: Lily.
While Alexander was occupied with paperwork in his study, Amara wandered into the kitchen, her hands trembling slightly. She had never felt so insecure in her life. Eve
