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Chapter 32

Mira’s POV

I was lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, lost in my thoughts. I still couldn’t wrap my mind around everything that had happened. My body was exhausted, but my mind refused to rest. My parents‘ secrets, Aaron’s threats, the old woman’s warning–it all swirled together, making it impossible to relax.

A soft knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts. I turned my head to see Killian standing in the doorway. He looked hesitant, almost unsure, which was strange for him. Killian was always so confident, so sure of himself. But now, he looked different, like he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders.

“What do you want?” I asked, my voice coming out harsher than I intended. I couldn’t help it. Every time I looked at him, all I could see was the betrayal. The way he chose Sophia over me. The way he broke my

heart.

He sighed and stepped into the room, closing the door behind him. “I just wanted to see if you were okay,” he said, moving to the chair next to my bed. “You didn’t look good earlier.”

I scoffed and turned my face away. “Why do you care?” I muttered. “Shouldn’t you be with Sophia, planning your perfect life together?”

Killian flinched, and I almost felt a pang of guilt. Almost. But then I remembered the way he had looked at Sophia, the way he had chosen her over me without a second thought. My heart hardened all over again. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “Mira, I know you’re angry,” he said softly. “I deserve it. But things aren’t as simple as you think.”

I gave him a cold look, my eyes narrowing. “Really? Because from where I’m standing, it looks pretty simple. You chose her. You always choose her.”

Killian looked down, running a hand through his dark hair. For a moment, he didn’t say anything. The silence between us was thick, heavy with things left unsaid. I waited, my patience wearing thin. I didn’t want his pity. I didn’t want his excuses. I just wanted him to leave.

“I made a mistake,” he said finally, his voice barely above a whisper. “I thought I was doing the right thing. But now… I’m not so sure.”

I turned away from him, refusing to let him see the tears that were threatening to fall. I had cried enough for him. I wasn’t going to cry anymore.

“Just go, Killian,” I said, my voice shaking. “I don’t want to hear it.”

But he didn’t go. Instead, he reached out and took my hand in his. I stiffened, my heart skipping a beat. His touch was warm, familiar, and for a moment, I was tempted to lean into it, to let myself believe that maybe he

did care.

But then the door slammed open and the moment was shattered.

Sophia stormed into the room, her face twisted in fury. “What the hell is going on here?” she screeched, her eyes blazing as she took in the sight of Killian holding my hand. “Why are you wasting your time with her? Killian dropped my hand like it burned him and stood up. “Sophia, this isn’t the time,” he said, his voice tired. ” I’m just checking on Mira.”

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Sophia’s eyes narrowed, and she marched over to him, grabbing his arm. “No, you should be with me,” she hissed. “We have a wedding to plan, remember? Or did you forget?”

I watched them, feeling a strange mix of satisfaction and sadness. Satisfaction because it looked like their perfect little world was crumbling, but sadness because a part of me still cared. I hated that part of myself.

Killian pulled away from her grasp, his eyes flashing with anger. “I haven’t forgotten,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “But maybe I have realized that this wedding is a mistake.”

Sophia’s eyes widened, her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. “What are you talking about?” she demanded. “We are supposed to be together! You love me!”

Killian shook his head, a bitter laugh escaping his lips. “Love? Is that what you call it?” he asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “I heard you, Sophia. I heard everything. How you only want this marriage for power, for status. You don’t love me. You never did.”

Sophia’s face went pale, and for a moment, I almost felt sorry for her. Almost. But then I remembered all the times she had gone out of her way to hurt me, to make my life miserable.

“That’s not true!” she cried, desperation creeping into her voice. “I do love you, Killian! I have always loved

you!”

But Killian wasn’t buying it. He shook his head, his jaw set in a hard line. “Save it, Sophia,” he said coldly. “1 heard it from your own mouth. I know what you’re really after. And I want nothing to do with it.”

With that, he turned on his heel and stormed out of the room, leaving Sophia standing there, her eyes wide and her lips trembling. She looked like she was about to cry, but I didn’t care. I had no sympathy left for her.

“Killian, wait!” she called after him, running out of the room. “Let me explain!”

But he was already gone, and she was left chasing after him like a lost puppy. I couldn’t help but smirk as the door slammed shut behind them. Finally, some peace and quiet.

I let out a long breath, sinking back into my pillows. My head was pounding, and my emotions were all over the place. But at least I didn’t have to deal with their drama anymore. They could fight all they wanted. I was done with both of them.

But as the silence settled around me, I couldn’t help but wonder what had changed. Killian had been so sure about Sophia, so sure about everything. And now, suddenly, he was questioning it all. What had happened to make him change his mind?

I shook my head, trying to push the thoughts away. It didn’t matter. Killian was no longer my concern. I had bigger problems to deal with–like figuring out what my parents were hiding and why Aaron was after me. But as I closed my eyes, trying to drift off to sleep, I couldn’t stop the questions from swirling in my mind. What if Killian’s feelings had changed? What if he was starting to realize that he had made a mistake? Did it matter? Did I even want him back?

No. I couldn’t let myself go down that road again. I had to stay strong. I had to focus on the truth, on uncovering the secrets that had been kept from me for so long.

I was done relying on others. I was done getting hurt. From now on, I was going to rely on myself. I was to find the answers I needed, and I was going to do it on my own.