Ellentt's words hit me like a punch to the gut, leaving me breathless.
'Is this really how he sees me?'
'Am I really that worthless that he believes I'd sell my soul for money?'
I was devastated, crushed by Ellentt's misunderstanding. He was accusing me, blaming me, and yet he didn't love me. Still, he hurt me without a second thought.
"I... I..." I took a deep breath, forcing myself to stay calm, and met his gaze. "So what? At least I got what I wanted—the money!"
Ellentt hated gold-diggers, and yet here I was, scrambling for every penny. He despised vain women, and yet I was drowning in my own vanity.
I closed my eyes. None of it mattered. Ellentt hated me, despised me. His heart would always belong to Alice, no matter what I did.
All I cared about was keeping my grandmother alive
