Seline's POV
'You are nothing but a lowlife. A poor girl barely trying to treat her sick mother.' It had been two days already, but those words echoed in my head. That night, I had cried my eyes out, hitting my hand against the wall. 'This wasn't like me.' Was that how it felt, being rejected by your mate? Tossed and seen like nothing—many people had told me that countless times. I cared less; I always walked out without a single word, without a single falter in my expression.
This was the same word that Austin had said, so why does it hurt so much coming from him?
My mom's condition had worsened in these days; her cough persisted. I wanted to help out, but the words were true in the end, weren't they? Even after all I had done, I still wasn't able to take care of Mom, nor help
