Chapter 55

• Rebecca
• Beneath the layers of hurt and disappointment, a seething anger consumed me, directed at Artemy and myself alike. I couldn't help but question why I cared so deeply. It was an unfamiliar and unsettling sensation coursing through my veins—anger. I struggled to recall the last time I allowed myself to experience such a raw emotion. I had mastered the art of suppressing my feelings, becoming numb to the world and everyone in it. Yet now, I found myself wounded, let down, furious, and even jealous.
• Artemy had been the source of my laughter, smiles, and inner peace. But now, my heart ached as if he had snatched it all away. I wasn't supposed to care, no matter how hard I fought to detach myself emotionally. Alas, I had failed.