If they had never crossed paths again, Ella would have almost forgotten that Lily even existed. She knew Connor had locked her away to make her suffer, but she never imagined he would be this brutal, it saved her the trouble of doing it herself.
When they met again, Ella barely recognized her.
Her once fair, delicate face was now covered in ugly scars, and nearly every inch of exposed skin was marked with wounds, not a single patch left unblemished. Worse still, she now dragged one leg behind her. Just like Ella, she was lame.
Sensing curious stares from passers‑by, Lily quickly covered her face with both hands and mumbled over and over, "It wasn't me! It wasn't me! I am not the other woman!" Her mind was clearly already broken.
Yet the moment she caught sight of Ella watching her, her
