Chapter 95
- His voice slithered into the room like poison—low, calm, and dripping with arrogance. Lucas had always spoken like the world owed him something. Like I should still be grateful just to stand in the same room with him.
- But I wasn’t that woman anymore.
- The woman who once idolized him, who clung to every word he said, desperate for affection, desperate for validation—that woman was dead.