Ophelia stumbled out of the nursery, as the look in her daughter’s eyes earlier haunted her.
Was she the stranger suddenly? Was Draco the only person who loved her?
This was a child she had placed everything on the line to birth. How could she look at her like she was a stranger? An evil stranger.
The same child she had been holding just a few moments before.
A child they had celebrated her first steps together, an exclusive moment between mother and daughter.
And Blaine had looked at her with that puzzled, confused look. Had he been mentally comparing her to Ariel?
Ariel the perfect. Ariel the best.
How she hated that woman.
She would always be a constant comparison against her. Ophelia was sure even her in-laws would compare.
While she did not tolerate any bullying in the n
