My Sister Stole My Mate And I Let Her (Seraphina) novel Chapter 107

Chapter 107: Chapter 107 THE SAME MISTAKE

MARGARET’S POV

The drive home passed by in a haze, but I hardly noticed the route. Each turn slipped by unnoticed, my mind caught somewhere else entirely.

Finally, the Lockwood Manor loomed before me—our home. Except it didn’t feel like a home. It hadn’t in months.

Not since Edward’s laughter no longer echoed through the halls, not since Ethan buried himself in pack duties and found his comfort in the arms of his mate.

Not since Celeste returned to our lives—just to move in with Kieran almost immediately.

What remained was silence. The kind that pressed on the chest like a weight, the kind that made the clink of a spoon against porcelain sound deafening.

I sat in the entryway for a long time, staring at Edward’s coat still hanging on the rack. We’d been about to go out; he was halfway through tugging it on when the call of the attack came through.

In his haste, he’d shrugged it off and tossed it aside.

And there it had stayed for the past three months, untouched, as if waiting for him to come back and shrug into it.

My throat burned, and I pressed a hand to it, forcing the tears back. I had already cried too much for too long; still, the tears seemed endless. The sorrow eternal.

But right now, what gnawed at me more than grief was confusion.

I replayed the scene at Sera’s house in my mind again and again, trying to pinpoint where I had gone wrong.

Yes, perhaps my motives had gone misunderstood—Sera always did have a way of misconstruing my intentions.

And yes, perhaps I had clung too hard. But what mother didn’t? What mother, after giving life, could be expected to simply let her child turn cold to her?

No matter how many years stretched out between us, no matter how hard she tried to pretend otherwise, I would always be Seraphina’s mother.

And even if I was wrong, what right did Lucian Reed have to interfere? He wasn’t even her husband. His place was nowhere between us.

It was still only late morning, but my outing had had the opposite effect of its purpose and exhausted me greatly. I collapsed into bed without changing.

I curled up on my side, hugging Edward’s pillow to me.

I hadn’t washed it in three months, but his scent was already fading, and I fell asleep like I always did—tears slipping down my cheeks.

And then—rare as rain in drought—I dreamed of him.

Edward stood before me as he once had: broad-shouldered, his hair touched with the faintest silver, eyes a beautiful cerulean-blue that used to both steady and undo me.

Eyes exactly like Sera’s.

His arms opened and I went into them, desperate, clutching at his shirt like a drowning woman clinging to a life vest.

“Edward,” I whispered, the name breaking into a sob. “Oh, Edward.”

“My love.” His voice was warm, slightly gruff. Oh, how I’d missed his voice.

“I can’t do this anymore,” I said, voice thick. “I don’t understand them. I don’t understand her. Everything I say—everything I do—it’s wrong.”

I pulled back to look up at him. “Seraphina hates me, Edward. Our daughter hates me. And Ethan is so busy, and Celeste... Celeste, I can’t quite figure out. What am I supposed to do? I don’t know how to do all this without you, Edward.” 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

His hand smoothed over my hair, his touch so achingly familiar I thought I might dissolve under it.

He didn’t speak for the longest time, only held me the way he always had when words failed him. And then, when the dream had begun to fade, when I could already feel the cold of the waking world creeping back in, he leaned close.

“Don’t forget,” he murmured. “Sera is our daughter, too. No matter what. Don’t lose sight of that. Don’t make the same mistake I did.”

“Edward...”

I tried to cling to him, but he was already dissolving, vanishing into the thinning veil of the dream.

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