Chapter 77
- Your betrayal is the final whisper of our love, shattering my heart into fragments of lost promises.
- ARLET
- The world around me blurred, but that sight… it was painfully clear. Roselin was sitting on Ruben’s lap, dressed in expensive, delicate lingerie, his shirt open, barely hanging onto his shoulders, and his hands resting on her waist. My body locked up, my throat tightened, I couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe.