Chapter 311
- Minerva’s POV
- The harsh click of the dead line didn't just end the call—it felt like a physical slap across my face.
- I sat frozen at my illuminated vanity, staring at the darkened phone in my trembling, French-manicured hands. The heavy makeup brushes, the expensive glass perfume bottles, the luxury studio lights reflecting in the three-panel mirror—everything around me suddenly blurred into an icy, dizzying fog.