ELION’S POV
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One chance.
That’s what I told myself I would give her— just one more chance, and she just f****d it up.
Her words sting like a large bell being rung in my ear, echoing around and around.
‘My daughter is better off without you.’
‘And so am I.’
The words clash against everything I am.
My fingers dig into my palms as I glare at her. “You ungrateful, spoiled bitch.” I sneer, “Do you think you’re better than me because you can survive on your own?” I snarl.
She raises her brows, looking baffled.
“Survive?” She asks bluntly, her dull gray eyes zeroing in on me like I’m about to be her dinner.
“Yes, you can’t possibly thrive here. Lyra won’t be happy without me!” My finger jabs into my chest, hard. “She’s my daughter too.” I grit out. I step toward the door, “Lyra! Dadd
