Orabela sat before the mirror, staring at her own reflection, her face a mixture of anguish and disbelief. She had always cherished herself, believing she was a princess destined to have everything she desired.
But now, the truth had shattered that illusion. Her parents, the very people who had once showered her with love and comfort, were preparing to abandon her. The life she had known, with its warmth and security, was slipping away.
"The woman who raised me, the mother I loved, won't even look at me now," she whispered, her voice choked with tears filled her eyes. "How did it come to this? How can I be the daughter of my father's mistress? She destroyed everything," Orabela murmured, her voice trembling, her hands beginning to shake.
