oe'
nto my throat, and my half-lidded eyes struggled to focus on the figure standing in the doorway.
de
teady sway of his body revealed he was still drunk. My breath hitched. Was he here to apologize? For a brief,
e moved toward me-delibe
egs ached, a harsh reminder of what had happened the night before. My
grabbed my legs, yanking me toward him. I let out a
he words cutting through the silence of
, and I couldn't bring myself to answer. What was I supposed to say? That I did
s tightened, and his voice rose, a
ead of Clara?" he shouted, his wor
? He didn't want to hear the truth. Even if I tried to explain, he wouldn't believ
e bellowed, shakin
tammered, my voice ba
of my legs with a forceful shove, and I curled up, pulling
he growled, pacing back
that I never asked for this. But I bit my
," he spat, glaring at m
my entire life living in her shadow, being compared to her, being dismissed as the less-pretty, less
d quietly, my v
ooked at me, his eyes narr
his time. My voice cracked, but I forced mys
belief. "Then why the hell are you
o you think I had a choice?" I snapped, my voice rising in desperatio
moment, I thought I saw a flicker of doubt or regret
he muttered, tur
or this. I didn't want to take Clara's place. But no one a
"If I could leave, I would. But I can't. So sto
ing. Caden stood there, his back to me, his hands clenched in
ara," he demanded again, his voice
accusations, the constant comparison-it
voice filled with all the anger and
nstant, his expression darkened. He stormed
, his grip tightening around my t
s tears filled my eyes. He refused to believe the truth, ref
o the bed. I coughed, struggling to catch my
voice laced with venom. "Clar
hroat burned, and my chest ached, but the pain insid
me to take back my words. When I didn't, he turned on his he
ching my knees to my chest,
his? How had everything f
into the pillow. All I knew was that I felt more broken tha
hoping to find some solace in sleep. Tears streamed down my face, soaking the pillow beneath me.