Chapter 67 The Eyes That Want Me Broken

• ZOE
• The night found me wrapped in a murky dream, like a black cloth clinging to the soul. Ethan was there, with that icy smile that always knew how to hide his intentions, but this time he wasn’t alone. Alessia and Camila appeared beside him, their faces blending into a picture of betrayal that tore me apart from within. The voices I never wanted to hear echoed in my mind, sharp blades tearing apart any hope of redemption.
• In the dream, they laughed, their bodies intertwined in a macabre dance that made me a spectator of my own destruction. I felt dirty, used, like a broken object someone had left in a corner to rot. The image of Ethan sharing that moment with the two women, that unholy complicity, tore a silent scream from my lips that got stuck inside.