Alina’s POV
It’s been ten days since we came back.
Ten days of silence from my mother.
Ten days of pretending my sister doesn’t exist.
Ten days of pretending I’m not… the villain in someone else’s marriage.
This morning, I sat in the garden with my sketchpad propped on my knees, the sunlight warm on my skin. Edrick had already left for work, he always kisses me goodbye like he means it, like it’s the most natural thing in the world. And every time, I feel the sting of guilt right under my ribs.
I kept sketching, dresses, gowns, silhouettes, anything to drown the thought loop in my head.
You’re a homewrecker.
You’re a husband snatcher.
Aria is pregnant.
God. Every time I remember that last part, I feel sick. I needed to stop letting myself fall deeper into this fairytale that didn
