After Death, Love Unveiled

Chapter 17

Seeing Asher just sit there, silent and not even bothering to defend himself. Elara curled her lips into a smirk. Wha seriously thought that after pouting for a few days, I'd come crawling back to make peace with you?" She knew exactly what was going through his head, though.

You

She had been raised in luxury, pampered all her life. Getting kicked to the curb with nothing but the clothes on her back had left scars.

If one always lived humbly, they could manage, but falling from a life of wealth into poverty? That was a pain they didn't forget.

Back then, she'd spend every day lying in bed, lost in her fantasies, dreaming that Asher would finally come to his senses- realize she was innocent, apologize, and beg her to come back.

But all that waiting amounted to nothing. She waited and waited, right up until the end, never once seeing him believe her. Instead, what she got was news of his marriage to someone else and the harsh truth: he had set her up from the start.

And now. Asher probably wasn't living any better than her. She had propped him up for so long, after all.

"No need. Asher snapped, his voice cold and sharp.

Elara let out a soft, sarcastic laugh. "Oh. please. If you think I'd ever come back to stroke your ego, you're fucking delusional. You want me back? You better start begging. And maybe-if I'm feeling really generous-I might toss you a couple of bucks." Her words were playful but deep down, she felt nothing.

She wasn't dumb enough to think he'd actually beg. But she wanted to see it-Asher, on his knees, pleading for her forgiveness.

His arrogance pissed her off. After everything he'd put her through, there was no way she was going to let him get off easy this time. Giving him a bit of false hope? Yeah, that felt just right.

"Never," Asher shot back, cold as ice, refusing to even look at her.

Elara didn't mind. She wasn't in any hurry. After class, she headed straight to the teacher's office.

new

dean and a couple of other teachers from her grade. They'd set up a right there

finished, they graded her paper together. She aced the results, proving she hadn't cheated on the last exam. Maia gave her a curious look. "Looks like you didn't cheat after all. But I've got to ask-why were your grades so awful before?" Thinking back to how stupidly she'd thrown herself into

who had faced the harsh realities of the outside world

the few places where busting their ass actually paid off. But once one stepped out into that cold, unforgiving mess

the hell did she not cheat?" Maia's expression was grim. This class needs a serious attitude adjustment. Instead of tearing each other down with baseless accusations, you should focus on supporting your

you say you'd drop out if I didn't cheat?

Chapter 17

"1... well,

Here's some advice-don't go making bets you can't follow through on next time," Elara shot back,

this far. Lizzie was just concerned, okay?

full of suddenly righteous faces. Funny how they all

glare to Daphine. "You're that worried about her? How about you

lips pressing into a thin line as tears started to well up in her eyes, playing the victim perfectly. And, just as expected, the rest of the class rushed to her defense. "Elara,

to you. Why

the side-eyes and whispered comments, Elara's smile didn't budge. "Nice to me? Seriously? If I were the one getting expelled

"Of course I would! I've always

eyes, done with Daphne's fake concern. She turned her attention to Lizzie. "You don't wanna drop out? Fine. But you're still a liar who

if you can't handle that, then drop out, Elara added, leaning back

be consequences. People had

spat,

thing." Elara said coolly, not even looking up, "You're gonna scream your apologies the whole time. Tell everyone you lied about me cheating. Make

her voice shaky. The

to what you did?" Elara's voice was ice-cold. "Trust