CHAPTER 3: ELEANOR’S COLLAPSE
Back at the mansion, silence replaced luxury.
Eleanor stood alone in the grand hall, staring at the staircase.
The same staircase where she had pushed Amelia.
The same staircase that now felt like a courtroom.
Every step whispered judgment.
She replayed it over and over again.
The push.
The fall.
The sound.
“I was protecting my family…” she muttered.
But the words sounded hollow now.
Because deep down, she knew the truth.
She hadn’t been protecting anything.
She had been protecting her pride.
Her control.
Her fear of losing power to someone she didn’t understand.
A single tear slipped down her cheek.
Then another.
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For the first time in decades, Eleanor Whitfield realized something terrifying:
She was the villain in her own family.
