ELENA’S POV
Her eyes narrowed, a spiteful smile curling her lips like a blade. But I didn’t flinch. Her words were poison, but I’d built an immunity. I didn’t care about her threats. Didn’t care about the mind games she was so desperate to play.
When she spoke again, her voice was low and sharp. “We’ll see how long that lasts, won’t we? You think you’ve won, but I’ll make sure he remembers who’s really important in his life. Just wait, Elena. You’ll see.”
I turned back to the mirror, my hands steady as I swiped the last stroke of mascara. The reflection staring back at me was calm, unshaken. Inside, though, my chest tightened, a flicker of anger simmering beneath the surface. But I wouldn’t give her the satisfaction. Not this time.
When I finally met her gaze again, I offered h
