Confusion and manipulation overwhelmed her mind no matter how hard she tried to resist. She couldn’t shake off those creeping thoughts.
“Even if Kyle did something like that, there must be a reason—a good one. Not like back then, when he denied me. This time, it was me who refused him. It should be my fault,” she muttered to herself, her voice wavering. “But still… why does it hurt so much to know he was with someone else while I was still right here?”
Her heart ached as her thoughts spiraled. Losing control, she sank to the ground in front of the closed door, knowing he was inside. Somehow, she could sense it.
His scent. His breathing. His warmth.
“Mother, you’re bleeding!” the witch cried, her voice trembling as everyone turned to stare at the Devil Mother. Her strength was fading fa
