Chapter 4

Three days pass in silence, a blur of grief and rage. I spend the hours alone in my childhood room, surrounded by the remnants of a life I’d willingly destroyed for a man who never deserved it. Each night, I light candles and sit in the flickering glow, mourning the loss of my child, the death of my innocence. I burn love letters, one by one, watching the flames consume the words that had once made my heart race. Each scorched page is a testament to my resolve, a reminder that I will never be that naive girl again.

On…