e 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.
"Now do you see? Alexander dumped you. But are you really going to fall apart over a man?!" Her voice was sharp, cutting through the heavy silence. "Do you remember what your mother told you before she passed away?"
