Esme.
I appeared strong, unbothered, unaffected, but heavens knew how much I was hurting, deep down.
And Atlas' words? They had not just broken my heart, they had completely shattered it, and although I could feel the mate bond that connected us twitching, I refused to lower myself to his level.
And for seconds, I just looked at him, and yeah, I regretted looking at him because I saw traces of Gwen in him. It was more like he had inherited her toxicity.
The way he talked about how better it would be if I became their mistress, was just like his Mother had put it.
And according to them, I was supposed to be grateful for getting such a prestigious position. How laughable!
If the position of a mistress was so prestigious, then they could keep it. As for me? Well, I equally had
