Aurora's POV. 18.
My stomach was already churning before the food even arrived. Every meal felt like a battle fought on a plate.
"Here ma'am, your food," the maid said, her voice devoid of warmth as she placed it on the table. I tried to block out Maya's presence, pretending not to notice her spiteful glances.
"Mum, can you believe we have to share the same dining table with this little slut?" Maya sneered, turning to her mother who rewarded her with a cruel, knowing smile.
I bowed my head, focusing on the food, trying to ignore the venomous words. I was so tired, bone-weary.
Whose fault is that? I thought bitterly. Luther's. That's who. Luther, pretending to be crippled, draining the life out of me, little by little.
I lifted a spoon to my mouth, but before I could taste a bite, Ma
