Chapter 267 Ellena

• Days went by. Going about my daily activities felt like a torturous routine because Maurice wouldn't even look my way; my mom clung to Maurice, her arms looping around his waist every chance she got.
• I watched from the sides, my blood boiling each time she pulled him close for a kiss or whispered something in his ear.
• We barely met eye to eye. At breakfast, I'd stare at my cereal while he sipped coffee across the table; her hand rested on his thigh under the cloth, oblivious to the storm brewing in me.