Unforgivable Mistakes, Unpaid Debts

Cora asked. The sounds of him cooking, of the

her belongings into a single suitcase. Everything else, a

the kitchen, his back to her. Cora was curled up on the sofa, scrolling t

ced, but Cora saw her. A mali

over to the mantelpiece, where a silver-framed photo of Haven' s parents

it up. "It' s a shame they' re not here to

ng crack. The glass shattered, scattering acr

est. Without a second thought, she strode forward and slapp

t the sound. Cora immediately crum

bed, clutching her cheek. "It wa

oved to strike her again. But her w

is face a mask of fury.

ose," Haven said th

eegan said, his voice cold. He was

voice breaking. "If someone insulted your parents'

e dangerously low. "She' s not cruel like you.

He trusted Cora, the master manipulator, completely. A

d by a chilling, profound coldness. I

ra whimpered from the floor,

print blooming on Cora' s cheek. He

stumbled, her hip hitting the sharp corner of the

Cora into his arms. He lifted her as if she wer

voice dripping with contempt. He didn' t even look at the shattered frame on

sound of his car pulling aw

ay wet with blood. But the only thing she fel

where she was valued, a life where she was not a ghost i