Reborn Omega Avenge Herself Like an Alpha (Aubrey Mary) novel Chapter 369

Third Person POV

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Aubrey’s words were like a poisoned dagger, stabbing straight into Aurelia’s most tender spot.

The color drained from her face; her lips trembled.

No matter how fallen she was now, she hadn’t expected to be humiliated by being told she must eat leftovers. Even Jax frowned in disapproval. “Aubrey! That’s too much!”

Aubrey merely toyed with the lamb chop on her plate with a fork, her voice light as a breeze. “When I was little and Dad wasn’t home, I couldn’t sit at the table. I always ate the scraps Aurelia and Bailey left behind. Why can I eat, but she can’t?”

Her voice was low, but it hit Jax like a thunderbolt.

He stared at Aurelia in disbelief. Aurelia stammered, panicked. “I didn’t—”

“Huh.” Aubrey turned the fork in her hand. “Didn’t? Why did I make you go out to wash the carpet yesterday? Because you did the same to me. I was only fourteen–why did you have to be so cruel?”

“I… I didn’t, Jax, I really didn’t… how could I—”

Aurelia went pale with fright. Jax leapt to his feet, furious.

“So while I was away you treated Aubrey like that? After all the trust I showed you! You’re truly disappointing!”

He looked at Aubrey, but feeling guilty toward her, said nothing more and went upstairs. He felt pity for Aurelia, but once the truth of her past came out, anger won out–though he still couldn’t bring himself to throw her out.

14:42 Mon, Oct 6

Seeing Aurelia’s pale face, Aubrey’s smile sharpened. “Oh, and someone like you–being abandoned by your own daughter–how could that not hurt?”

Aurelia clutched at her chest, as if a hand had squeezed the air from her lungs.

She tried to retort, but she could only gasp, sinking into ragged, desperate breaths. Her gaunt face twisted, flushing purple as blood rushed and then receded.

Aubrey sneered and, with a thin, pitying tone, said, “Look at you–so pathetic. You wrapped Bailey in cotton and fed her the best, and what did she do? When she needed you, she played the victim and wagged her tail; when she didn’t, you couldn’t even get a glimpse of her. Now she’s back at Fog Pack, basking as the heir, not caring whether you live or die. Heh… your whole life has been a failure.”

Those words cut deeper than any blade. Each sentence from Aubrey burned like a red–hot brand onto Aurelia’s heart–far worse than death, a thousand times more agonizing.

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