To Love a Shadow, To Be the Sun novel Chapter 327

Elara had been a little flustered at first.

But the moment she spoke her name, a strange calm washed over her.

She knew he already had a family, yet she still chose to wait for him to sort things out—an act teetering on the edge of morality.

She had made her choice. Now she had to face the consequences.

Turning her gaze to the woman standing before her, Elara’s eyes were startlingly clear. “So, I’m in the right place then. Tell me—are you the woman he married in a church, the one with the ring and vows?”

The other woman looked to be barely twenty-one or twenty-two, yet her figure was the kind that made men’s eyes linger—a silk nightdress clinging to every generous curve.

She laughed, rich and mocking. “Well, isn’t this something? The mistress grilling the wife about her status—is that how things work now?”

Elara didn’t rise to the bait. “The world’s full of things that make no sense. How long have you two been married?”

The woman’s expression faltered for a split second. She glanced up at the ceiling. “Doesn’t matter how long we’ve been married—you’ll never have a chance. Zane and our family, the Groves, have a binding arrangement. He has to marry a Grove, or he’ll be cut off from everything—legacy, fortune, the lot.”

Elara’s lips quirked in a half-smile. “Then you’d better keep a close eye on him, Miss Grove. After all, a man kept by threats and obligations…who knows how long he’ll stay?”

For a heartbeat, the woman’s sense of superiority flickered and gave way to pure anger.

“You’re nothing to him—a way to kill time when he’s bored, the equivalent of a cheap takeout meal. You’re not even a proper mistress. How do you have the nerve to act like you matter?”

Elara’s gaze swept over the woman’s twisted expression. She gave a faint, almost pitying smile. “Seems Zane’s taste isn’t exactly refined. No wonder he doesn’t mind slumming it with takeout.”

With that, she turned and left.

Halfway across the lobby, she paused, then doubled back to the front desk.

“Hi, I’d like to leave something here. Could you please pass it on to one of your guests tomorrow?”

The receptionist nodded. “Of course.”

Elara handed over the caramel flan she’d carried all this time.

“Could you keep it in the fridge and give it to the guest in this room in the morning?”

She scribbled down Zane’s room number.

As she finally left the hotel, Elara didn’t feel triumphant. Not at all.

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