venom, such hatred.


    "If it weren''t for you, Ethan wouldn''t have been forced to marry that omega b***h,” she


    continued, pacing before the tombstone. “He would have been mine years ago.”


    My hands clenched into fists, nails digging painfully into my palms. How dare she? How dare


    shee to my daughter''s grave and spew such poison?


    "And now he''s obsessed with finding you," Victoria spat. "He rejected me tonight because of


    you!"


    She kicked at the ground in frustration, her foot connecting with the white flowers I''d left during myst visit. The delicate blooms scattered across the grass, petals crushed beneath


    her heel.


    "You little mongrel, born of that omega b***h!" Victoria''s voice rose, echoing through the quiet cemetery. "Even in death, you''re still causing me trouble! If you don''t give me peace, I won''t let your spirit rest either!"


    To my horror, Victoria pulled out a small bottle filled with dark liquid. My heart pounded with the premonition of something terrible.


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    "You''re to me for being born to that b***h Olivia Winters," Victoria continued, unscrewing the cap. "Next life...oh, I forgot, you don''t have another life! Hahahahaha!"


    Herughter echoed through the cemetery, cruel and mocking. She tilted the bottle, preparing to pour its contents onto Lily''s grave.


    Something inside me snapped.


    "Victoria Frost, stop!" I screamed, lunging from my hiding ce.


    I didn''t think, didn''t n-I simply acted. My body mmed into hers with all the force of my


    maternal rage. The impact knocked Victoria to the ground, the bottle flying from her hand and


    spilling its dark contents over her expensive clothes.


    "What the "Victoria shrieked, scrambling to wipe the liquid from her blouse. "You crazy


    b***h! Do you know how much this outfit cost?"


    I didn''t care about her clothes. I didn''t care about anything except protecting my daughter''s


    final resting ce from this woman''s malice.


    "How dare you!" I snarled, kicking her hard in the side. "How dare youe to my daughter''s


    grave!"


    Victoria tried to rise, but I kicked her again, forcing her to her knees before Lily''s tombstone.


    "Apologize!" I demanded, my voice barely recognizable even to my own ears. "Apologize to my


    daughter!"


    Victoria''s face contorted with rage. "I''ll never apologize to that little-"


    I didn''t let her finish. My hand shot out, gripping her perfectly styled hair and yanking her head


    back painfully.


    "You will show respect," I hissed, "or I swear by the moon, I will end you right here."


    Victoria twisted in my grip, managing to break free. She scrambled to her feet, her face


    flushed with anger and humiliation.


    "You''ll regret this," she threatened, lunging toward me with her manicured nails aimed at my


    face.


    I caught her wrist easily, twisting it until she gasped in pain. Five years of grief had hardened


    me in ways Victoria couldn''t understand. I was no longer the meek,


    amodating Luna she


    had once manipted so easily.


    "No, Victoria," I said coldly. "You''ll regreting here tonight."


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    My open palm connected with her cheek in a resounding p. The force of it snapped her head to the side, leaving a bright red mark on her pale skin.


    She staggered back, stunned by the blow. Before she could recover, I pped her again. And


    again. And again.


    Each p was for a moment my daughter had suffered. Each p was for a time Victoria had smiled smugly while Lily cried. Each p was for the kidney donor that had mysteriously been


    redirected from my dying child to Emma.


    Victoria''s legs gave out, and she copsed to her knees again, dazed and disoriented from the barrage of blows.


    My emerald eyes burned with a primal rage I had never experienced before. I saw red, consumed by the sheer malice of Victoria''s actions against my deceased daughter.


    This woman had contributed to Lily''s suffering in life. She had manipted Ethan, turned him against his own daughter. And now she dared to desecrate Lily''s grave, to curse her spirit?


    No. I would not allow it.


    I grabbed Victoria by the shoulders and pushed her backward, forcing her head


    against Lily''s


    tombstone.


    "Bang!"


    The sound resonated through the night, a stark expression of a mother''s fury and unwavering