"I didn’t cut her!" I yelled, the frustration pouring out of me. "Why are you all making it seem like I hurt her when I didn’t even do that? She’s been manipulating you both, she’s not even real! She pushed me, but what did you do? You came to her instead!"
"Elena, enough," Enzo snapped, standing up. His eyes were filled with rage, and it felt like he wanted to point a gun at me. "You’ve done enough to her. And now you won’t even admit your mistake?"
He shook his head in disbelief, and Marco followed up with words that crushed me.
"If you don’t apologize to her, then get out of this mansion and never come back."
I fell silent for a moment, stunned by their words, by the harshness in their voices. And at that moment, I couldn't control myself anymore.
Elena’s POV
"What happened to you two?" I asked, my voice trembling but trying to stay steady. "Ever since Clara stepped into your lives, into this family, everything has changed. The loyalty and care I once felt from both of you… it’s gone. And I thought I mattered to you. But now, since she showed up, why has everything changed? Why are you two acting like this now? It’s so unfair."
I tried to hold myself together, to keep my voice from breaking, but the weight of it all was too much. I refused to break down in front of them, but as I looked at their cold, expressionless faces, it felt like they didn't care. It hurt more than I thought possible.
"We don't care about you anymore, Elena," Enzo said, his voice as cold as ice. "You can stay here for as long as you want, but you have to apologize to Clara for what you did—humiliating her and hurting her. Or we’ll sue you. We’ll do anything to protect her."
His words hit me like a slap. I stepped back, feeling like the ground had been ripped from beneath me. I couldn’t even recognize the man in front of me. I remembered the days when Enzo was playful, kind-hearted—someone I could trust. But now? It was like he was a stranger.
It was so easy for them to just dismiss me, to tell me to leave.
I looked at Marco, hoping, maybe, just maybe, he’d say something—anything to stop this, to show that there was still something left between us. But instead, he avoided my gaze, dismissing me without a single word. It stung, more than I expected. My heart dropped, and for a moment, I felt invisible.