And when she needed him the most, he turned his back on her.
Yes, the situation with Everett was something most men wouldn't be able to accept.
But Alexander choosing to leave at this moment had inflicted the worst possible damage on her.
Aurora's lifeless eyes held a trace of bitterness. Her lips parted slightly.
"I'm fine… I'll be okay…"
"Okay?" Eleanor scoffed, anger flashing across her face. "Do you even see what you look like right now? Look at yourself!"
She grabbed a small mirror from the nightstand and held it up in front of Aurora.
Aurora stared at her reflection.
Disheveled hair. A ghostly pale face. Chapped, cracked lips. And those eyes… empty, hollow.
She barely recognized herself. The once radiant, fresh-faced Aurora was gone, replaced by a woman who looked a decade older, like a lost soul drifting through an abyss.
Eleanor yanked the mirror away.
