Chapter 93

In the confines of her room, the familiar surroundings seemed foreign, transformed into a sanctuary tainted by the echoes of their broken trust. Lisa's trembling hand reached for a nearby chair, and she sank into it, seeking support amidst the range of emotions overwhelming her.

With each breath she took, the weight of Adrien's betrayal and Hera's deceit seemed to grow heavier, burdening her heart and suffocating her spirit. The once vibrant light within her had dimmed, overshadowed by the pain that radiated from the depths of her being. It felt as if the very essence of her existence had been shattered, leaving behind a void that no words or apologies could fill.

Tears streamed down her face, tracing a path of anguish and vulnerability. They were the silent testament to the depth of her pain, expressing what words could not convey. In the solitude of her room, Lisa allowed herself to surrender to the waves of sorrow that crashed upon her, surrendering to the cathartic release of tear