Elizabeth's POV
I wrapped my arm with the first-aid bandage, but the sting underneath wouldn’t let me forget. The scar was fresh, throbbing with each heartbeat, a cruel reminder of my mother's promise. I pretended to move on, that I wasn't hurt emotionally because I was supposed to get used to her cruelty and hatred toward me. But my heart lingered on the scene from her visit longer than it should. She was my mother and I expected at least an ounce of love from her.
Sebastian was fortunate in ways that many could only dream of. He had a family that stood unwaveringly by his side, and a wife who passionately fought to keep their bond strong. It seemed as though he had crafted the perfect life, basking in the warmth of my mother's love—a priceless treasure.
Though my relationship with M
