Framed by the Man I Loved

Kael swore I had driven his precious Cassia away.

And for that imagined sin, he struck where it hurt most—he took my little brother.

I’ll never forget the sight: my brother teetering on the brink of a cliff, blindfolded, his wrists tied cruelly behind him, the wind threatening to sweep him into nothingness.

I begged, my voice raw. “Please, Kael… don’t do this.”

His gaze was fire, his words venom. He shoved his phone toward me, showing twisted “proof.”

“You think I don’t see through you, Amara? You sent her away. You made her leave me!”