Lilith pov

Seraphina.

As I stared at her, a rush of emotions hit me all at once—hatred, anger, disbelief and my grip tightened around the notepad and pen as my smile slipped away.

She sat there, staring at me with a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. Dressed in a pink dress, her hair perfectly styled, she seemed to glow.

“Lilith,” she said, her hand moving slowly, deliberately, to brush a strand of hair behind her ear. My gaze instinctively flickered to the shiny object on her finger, and my eyes narrowed.

Her engagement ring.

As I stared at it, my heart ached for the briefest moment when I...