Her tearful expression shifted into something more sinister, her voice a venomous whisper. "Or did you swallow it again? Are you waiting for someone to cut your stomach open like last time?"
My blood ran cold. Memories of the last time they had forced me into submission rushed back, and my body began to tremble.
I was terrified that history would repeat itself, that they would hurt me again.
Soon, the commotion drew Sylus and Xavier to the scene.
Xavier immediately rushed to Charlotte’s side, demanding to know what had happened.
She wasted no time in accusing me of stealing her engagement ring, claiming I had taken it out of spite.
As a result, Xavier’s eyes burned with fury, and he moved toward me, ready to force me to hand over the ring. But Sylus, ever composed, simply ordered the guards to search my belongings.
They ripped open my suitcase, scattering the few things I had packed across the floor.
My heart broke at the sight of it. My life was reduced to that humiliating scene and my privacy violated once again.
Tears welled up in my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. I would not give them the satisfaction of seeing me cry.