Elara sat on the cold hospital bed, her fingers trembling as she clutched the pen. The sterile smell of the room suffocated her as the weight of the paper before her pressed down like a tombstone. Her heart pounded in her chest, each beat a reminder that it wouldn’t belong to her for much longer.
Victor stood across from her, his arms crossed, his face unreadable. The man she had once loved so deeply now wore a mask of indifference, a cruel contrast to the tenderness she had once seen in his eyes.
Victor Renard/FL ex-husband
"Sign it, Elara," Victor said coldly, his voice a sharp contrast to the warm man she had married. "This is what’s best for everyone."
Elara DuPont/FL
"Best for everyone?" Elara echoed, her voice quivering.
Elara DuPont/FL
"You’re asking me to give up my heart... for her."
She spat out the word like venom.
Victor’s eyes darkened, and he took a step closer, lowering his voice.
Victor Renard/FL ex-husband
"You don’t understand, Elara. Isabella needs this, and... you owe her that much."
Elara’s mind reeled. Owe her? Her stepsister Isabella, the woman who had spent years undermining her at every turn, belittling her, and poisoning her relationship with her own family. And now, Victor—her Victor—was asking her to give her heart, literally, to Isabella.
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