"Jonah, you've got no shame. Do you really need me to spell it out for you? For the past year and a half, who is this Rosa you keep calling out for? And who is the rose tattoo on your chest really meant for?"
The corner of his lip curled into a sneer as he tilted his head, his tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek. "So you know?" he said, a mocking lilt in his voice. "I was wondering what this was all about. Sasha, let me tell you something—being a stand-in for Rosa is a blessing. You should be grateful! Otherwise, who do you think you are? How could you ever compare to her?"
If I had heard these words before I was reborn, they would have broken me. But after everything I had witnessed—the lies, the betrayal and the humiliation—they now only fueled my resolve. I let out a short, bitter laugh, shaking my head at his audacity.
Without another word, I turned to leave. The anger emanating from Jonah was palpable, but I didn't care. As I reached the doorway, I paused, an idea forming in my mind. Slowly, I turned back to face him, my lips curling into a cold smile.