Once, the Vales kept me at the center of their world—until Chloe came home. The adopted sister they took in when I was twelve shattered everything: my parents withdrew, my brother grew hostile, and my fiancé betrayed me. On my eighteenth birthday, I caught him kissing her in the garden, and the crack in my heart became a ruin. They locked me up, restrained my beast, and let me waste away coughing blood in silence. I died alone on a hospital bed. Yet death led me to the Witch's shop, where I traded away my ability to love for another life. This time, I will not be consumed by jealousy or madness. I will not beg for their attention. But now that I’m back, why are they clinging to me and crying like I’m the one slipping away?
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